Page 52 of Edge of Danger

Or hadn’t it? Because they were in a parking garage now. “Wow. I dropped right off.”

“You needed it. Come on. Brax texted a few minutes ago. He’s already inside.” Weston helped with the car seat, and Tessa was all too happy to follow him into the apartment building.

“It’s not the biggest or fanciest,” Weston offered as he unlocked the door. Like he was apologizing in advance.

If she hadn’t been half-dead from exhaustion, she might’ve told him this apartment was at least three times the size of the one she’d left in Eagle Pass. Furnished better too.

Brax was waiting, just like his brother had promised. He pulled her in for a hug. “You’ll be safe here. I promise.”

“I’m going to head out.” Weston placed the car seat on the coffee table. “You have everything under control?”

“Sure.” Brax shook his hand.

“Thank you,” Tessa whispered. Weston touched two fingers to his temple in a quick salute before leaving them alone.

She turned to Brax with a heavy sigh. “Alone at last.”

He offered a brief smile. “I hate to say it, but I’m going to have to leave you too.”

“Really? Already?” Except a look over his shoulder told her it was close to dawn. It had been a long night.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

She should let him go. She knew she should.

That didn’t make it any easier to release the hold she had on his shirt.

“Tessa.” He touched her hair, her face. “Nobody knows about this place except for people I trust—which pretty much means my brothers and that’s it. You’ll have to stay inside. No going out. But otherwise, you’ll be safe here.”

“I don’t care that I can’t leave. I’m worried about you.”

His smile was more genuine now, and for a second he was his usual, charming self. “I’m the least of your worries, trust me. It’s the bad guys you should be worried about.”

“Unlikely.” No amount of humor could ease the cold fist gripping her heart. “Please be careful.”

“I will.” He kissed her forehead and held her tight for a moment before letting her go. “I’m going to figure out how to keep us safe long-term. In the meantime, I’ll send somebody with supplies for you and Walker. There’s a burner phone on the nightstand in the bedroom that I’ll call to contact you. All you have to do is sleep now. Okay?”

“Okay.” She tried to be as brave as she could so he wouldn’t have one more thing to worry about.

After all, she’d given him enough to worry about already.

ITWASPASTnoon when she woke up.

Her first thought, as always, was of Walker. He was next to her on the big bed, surrounded by pillows just in case he decided today was the day he’d start rolling all over the place.

“Hey, little man.” She relaxed when she found him cooing to himself, playing with his feet. “I used to be that flexible once.”

At least he was feeling good. No memory of last night’s trauma.

That made one of them.

There was a message from Brax on the burner phone.Supplies on their way. Trusted sources.

Whatever that meant. She knew she could trust him—and anybody he trusted.

There was time to change Walker and take care of her own needs before a knock sounded at the front door. Tessa tiptoed to the door with her heart in her throat and peered out through the peephole.

It was Maci, from the office, along with a woman who looked vaguely familiar. They were loaded down with bags and boxes. She hurried to open the door so they could put everything down.

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