Page 62 of Unexpected Danger
Dustin pounded on the glass door leading to the patio. Londyn checked the remainder of the windows in the laundry room and the living room. Her foot connected with a toy dump truck, and she stumbled, losing her balance and landing in a heap on the floor.
“Londyn. Oh, Londyn…I know you’re in there. Why are you hiding from me?”
Would he be able to get inside? How had he found Roarke and Mila’s house?
Her hands shook as she rose to her feet and staggered to the lone bedroom on the left-hand side. She turned the knob and entered the safety of Roarke and Mila’s bedroom. Londyn locked the door, then leaned her back against the door, her chest rose and fell with the gasping of her breath.
“Why are you breathing so hard?” asked Kit.
“I was—I was running.”
Xander’s brow crinkled. “From that man?”
Londyn dragged one of the nightstands against the door. It would only deter Dustin from getting in, but it was something.
Mila crouched on the floor against the bed. Londyn prayed she wouldn’t go into premature labor. The baby still needed four more months in the protection of the womb before being born. Londyn yanked her phone from her back pocket and dialed 911.
Mila scooted to the side and motioned to the boys. “Let’s go into the closet and play a game of hiding.”
Kit shrugged. “The closet?”
While Londyn told the dispatcher their location, all four of them and Yukon, who scratched at the bedroom door, duckedinto Mila’s sizable walk-in closet, and Londyn shut the door behind them. She flicked on the light.
“We’ll play a game of hiding,” said Mila, who rubbed her stomach and heaved a deep breath.
“Can I be the seeker?” asked Xander.
“For this game, we’re all going to be hiders.”
Xander’s shoulders fell.
They hunkered against the clothes and shoes. The dispatcher notified Londyn that law enforcement was on its way and to stay on the line.
“Why did that man wear a weird glove?” asked Xander.
Obviously, Dustin still wore the wrap on his hand from Londyn slamming it in the truck door. Had he sought medical attention? Brodie mentioned there had been no record of Dustin visiting the ER or the clinic here or in surrounding towns.
“Why did we have to come in?” asked Kit.
Mila was on her cell with Roarke and pulled it briefly from her ear. “It’s only for a short time,” she promised.
The doorbell rang repeatedly. If law enforcement had already arrived, which was doubtful this quickly, they wouldn’t incessantly ring the bell.
“Someone is ringing the doorbell,” Londyn told the dispatcher.
“Do not answer the door. The sheriff’s office has not yet arrived.”
Just as she’d thought.
“This place is too small to hide in. Mommy, can we please play the hider game outside?”
Mila shook her head at her son’s request. “Daddy would like to talk to you.” She handed the cell phone to her son.
“Hi, Daddy. Yeah, we had to come in, even though we didn’t want to. Now we’re in the closet playing the hider game, but noone is seeking.” Xander pouted and folded his free hand across his chest.
Londyn could barely hear Roarke’s voice above Yukon’s barks, which had become more constant. “I’ll be there soon, Xander, and then you and Kit can go back outside and play. Did you know that sometimes bugs hide in closets?”
“Yes.”
