Page 46 of Last Resort

“Sure.”

“Stand up for a second.” Weston offered her his hand to help get her to her feet. “Okay, so think of the voice, when the guy was behind you.”

She nodded.

Weston looked over at Chance. “You go stand behind her.”

Even knowing it was Chance, that she was completely safe, she was already tensing.

“Where did you hear the voice when he was behind you?” Chance asked. “Think about it. Was it high above your head, like where I am now? Or maybe a little lower.”

She closed her eyes and forced herself to really think about it. “Lower. Closer to my ear.”

She opened her eyes, not wanting to relive that any longer.

“So could be someone around five foot ten,” Weston said. “Someone as tall as Chance would’ve been higher.”

That made sense.

“But the guy also could’ve been leaning in toward her,” Brax pointed out.

Maci sat back down in her chair but didn’t reach for her food. She’d definitely lost her appetite.

“I’m sorry I’m not more help.”

“It’s fine. You’re doing your best.” Chance rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. “Why don’t you help us look through some footage for a bit? Your half day is almost up anyway.”

He was giving her an out and she was beyond grateful for it. “I’m going to come back tomorrow. Do you even know how many emails came in while I was gone?”

“We’re supposed to check emails?” Luke joked, wincing.

They got out the footage and she pulled the screen closer. Maybe she’d be more useful this way. But as minute after minute scrolled by, she didn’t hear or see anything that reminded her of the man in the apartment.

It was mind-numbing to sit there and watch it all. She had no idea how the guys did it.

She was only an hour or two in before her back was a tangle of knots and everything hurt. She leaned back in her chair and grimaced at the sharp ache in her muscles. Of course, her nursemaid saw and immediately swooped in.

“Alright, you’re done,” Chance said, ushering her out of the building and into his SUV, barely giving her time to grab her things and say goodbye.

She didn’t even argue. She was exhausted.

And even worse, she hadn’t been useful at all.

Chapter Fourteen

Chance arrived at the San Antonio Security office the next morning, coffee in hand, glad he’d been able to talk Maci into sleeping late and working a half day in the afternoon. She could talk tough all she wanted about how she wasn’t an invalid. But the truth was her body had been through a trauma with the attack and was already exhausted from the pregnancy.

His phone pinged with a reminder as he stepped inside the building and he smiled. Maci had an ultrasound the next day and he was going.

The thought that they’d be able to actually see their baby—at least the heartbeat—had Chance shaking his head.

He was going to be a dad.

“You are a godsend.” Brax snatched a cup of coffee from Chance’s tray, gulping half the drink down in one go. “Walker is in the middle of sleep regressions. I was up most of the night.”

Brax’s two-year-old son was technically his biological nephew, but his son in every way that mattered—getting him to sleep included. Brax had officially adopted him once he married Tessa, Walker’s mom.

“Maci and I are going to the ob-gyn tomorrow. Check on everything.” Chance handed out the other two coffees to Luke and Weston.

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