Secrets of the Lynx by Aimee Thurlo

Author:Aimee Thurlo [Thurlo, Aimee]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780373696611
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-11-26T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

They’d returned to their original room, and now it was Kendra’s turn to watch Paul sleep. She’d had to insist that he try to get some rest. Finally, after tossing and turning for a long time, he seemed to have drifted off.

Kendra sat next to the small table at one end of the room, staring at the latest issue of New Mexico Magazine. On the cover was a photo of children playing in front of a picturesque casita.

She sighed softly. As much as she loved the marshals service, she knew the job would make it almost impossible for her to become a single mom. Yet investigative work was what she did best. She’d considered working in the private sector, but no job in her field would ever come with a guarantee of regular hours. She’d also need a decent paycheck that included good benefits. Without all that, she still wouldn’t be able to qualify as an adoptive parent.

The obstacles that stood in her way seemed insurmountable. Maybe some dreams weren’t meant to be.

As she leaned back and stretched, she heard soft, padding footsteps in the hallway. She went to the door, her hand on the grip of her pistol.

Kendra listened carefully and heard what sounded like a scratching sound near the electronic lock. Maybe it was nothing, housekeeping or an inebriated motel guest, but too much had happened already for her to ignore it.

“Paul!” she whispered harshly.

He was up instantly, and from her position near the door, he seemed to figure out the rest.

“Throw it open,” he said, his words barely audible. “I’ll handle it.” He flattened against the other side of the door.

Kendra slipped off the security chain, then held up one finger, then two. There was no three. In a lightning fast move, she pulled the door open.

Paul yanked the man into the room and threw him down onto the floor. Kendra moved in, her weapon aimed at his chest.

It was Preston. Kendra immediately lowered her weapon.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, creeping around out there, bro?” Paul demanded, offering his brother a hand up. “You have a death wish?”

“You never sleep, so I figured you’d be the one keeping watch. I used our signal.”

“Signal? I didn’t hear anything except footsteps and an odd scratching sound,” she said.

“That’s the signal,” Preston said. “It was something we came up with back home whenever we wanted to sneak out of the house. Whoever stayed behind was supposed to cover for the other one. We had different rooms and if we’d gotten together to make plans, Hosteen Silver would have heard us.”

“I think he knew and just chose to ignore it,” Paul said.

Preston chuckled. “I came up with that particular signal because it sounds like a cat scratching, and Paul’s like a stray with nine lives. The son of a gun lands on his feet no matter how many times you toss him across the room.”

Paul laughed. “When was the last time you could do that?”

“Have you had these selective memory problems long?” Preston countered without missing a beat.

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