“No cops,” he commanded. “Not unless you hear something.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Are you freaking kidding me?” I whispered…sort of.
The fact that the gun looked so comfortable in his hand was enough to send me running back to the Range Rover.
When he disappeared into the house, I held my breath the entire time.
Finally, he came down the walkway a few moments—or a million years—later. I couldn’t seem to pull time into any semblance of order.
He waved me out of the car, the gun no longer in his possession.
I got out and slammed the door. “What the hell, Blake?”
“Come inside. I called Jack.”
“Nowyou call the Army Ranger?”
“They aren’t just breaking into your grandmother’s house.”
I gripped my purse to my chest. “Shouldn’t we call the police?”
“I don’t think they’d be convinced there was a break-in.”
I followed him inside. “But you are?” When he gazed back at me, I held up a hand. “Never mind. Of course, you can tell.”
“It was a methodical search, and they were smart enough to get past my security. They also seemed to know where my cameras were.” He brought in his laptop and set it on the kitchen island. He tapped a few keys, and the video feeds came up.
I wasn’t sure I even knew how many cameras were in the house.
We’d had sex all over the damn place.
“Do you keep a running tape at all times?”
He nodded. “I usually review it weekly and dump it.”
“Usually?”
“We’ve been a little busy.”
I popped each of my knuckles with my thumb. “Are we…um. Hmm.”
Blake raised an eyebrow. “We’ll revisit that conversation, all right?”
“You’re damn right we will.”
An insistent banging on the front door halted our conversation. Blake went to answer it, checking the peephole before he swung open the door.
“What the fuck, son?”
Blake’s face was murderous. He paced the length of the kitchen, then back again.
I put my hands on my hips. “For God’s sake, just tell him.”
When he gave me a mutinous look, I went over to Jack and hugged him. “I’m sorry. He’s being an asshole.”
“Great,” Blake muttered.