Page 101 of Chain Reaction
For three heartbeats, nothing happened.
Jake remained perfectly still, waiting for the click that would mean he’d failed.
Then the display went dark.
He exhaled then carefully disconnected the detonator from the explosive.
When he was done, he sat back on his heels, suddenly aware of how badly his knees ached against the hard deck and how thoroughly his shirt had soaked through with sweat.
Someone stepped into the room behind him.
“It’s clear,” he announced, his voice hoarse.
“Good job.” Ty. That was Ty’s voice.
Jake didn’t have to turn to confirm.
Instead, he was already mentally cataloging the bomb components, noting distinctive elements that might identify the maker.
Some habits never died. Neither, thanks to those habits, had anyone on this yacht.
Raven rushed downstairs, breathless as she did so.
Time had to almost be up.
How was Jake doing?
She trusted his skills completely. But she also knew how precarious this situation was.
As she stepped back into the engine room, she saw Jake rise, stretching his stiff body.
Her gaze jerked to the bomb.
The numbers were dark.
He’d done it!
As he turned and spotted her, his shoulders relaxed.
She rushed toward him and threw her arms around him.
He squeezed her back.
“I knew you could do it,” she whispered.
He didn’t say anything. He only held her more tightly.
Applause broke out behind them.
Because of the bomb, she assumed.
Not because of her and Jake.
But as she pulled away and looked behind her at Colton and Ty, she wasn’t 100 percent sure.
But the important thing right now was that they’d done it.
People were safe.
