Page 70 of Unseen Danger

But instead, her silly pulse skipped. And warmth seeped from her chest out to the fingertips resting on her pillow.

It was almost hard to believe she’d been afraid of him before. Would her system still go on alert if he got close to her again?

The anticipation that coursed through her at the thought told her she’d likely have a very different response now.

Her mouth curved into a smile. Was he disappointed not to see her tonight since Sof and Jazz were taking the patrol shift?

’Cause she sure wished she could see him.

His handsome face, strong features and jawline, and his soft blue eyes filled her vision as her lids drifted shut.

Vicious snarls yanked her from sleep.

She sat up, her gaze locking on Alvarez at the foot of the bed as she tried to clear the fog clouding her brain. She must have fallen asleep. How long ago?

Alvarez growled and barked, his lips curled as he stared at her bedroom window covered by a thin curtain.

Nevaeh’s belly clenched. This didn’t look or sound like a casual, car-drove-by-on-the-road kind of barking.

She leaned over to her nightstand and pulled out the drawer. Gripping the Sig inside, she silently flipped off her blanket and lowered her feet to the floor.

Cannenta stared at Alvarez as the protection dog barked furiously.

He edged closer to the window while Nevaeh crept to the wall beside it.

Al backed her up with snarls and growls as she reached for the curtain.

She slowly pulled the edge away from the window frame.

A face covered with a black ski mask stared in her window.

Twenty-One

Nevaeh jerked back from the window, letting the curtain fall over the masked face.

The next second, she stepped forward again. She raised her Sig and yanked the curtain aside.

He was gone.

“Come on, Al.” Anger and adrenaline pumped through her veins as she dashed to the front of the house. She quickly clipped a leash on Al’s collar and opened the front door, Sig in hand.

A silhouette hurried toward a black pickup parked on the street.

“Hey!” Nevaeh sprinted toward the truck, gun leveled as Al kept pace, barking all the way.

The engine started.

She rushed up to the passenger window, Sig aimed. “Stop! Show me your hands!”

The man twisted his masked head toward her as he peeled away from the curb, engine rumbling.

Her gaze dropped to the license plate. Covered in dirt.

Same truck as before. She was sure of it.

Her chest heaved as she lowered her Sig, and Alvarez launched barks at the escaping creep who thought he could scare her that easily.

“Okay, bud.” She put her hand on Al’s broad shoulders. “We probably already woke the whole neighborhood.”

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