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If not, she’d prove him right and get them both killed.
She lifted the bag from beside her and dug into it, pulling out lip balm. She swiped the balm over her lips and returned the tube to the bag then swung her legs around and pushed up to stand behind the seat.
Intentionally not allowing her gaze to stray in the direction he was staring, she cocked her head at him as if listening and burst out laughing. Looping the bag strap across her chest freed up both hands as she strolled around the table on shaky legs.
She dragged trembling fingers over the wood surface.
The need to touch him and make him come with her threatened to override her determination to be the partner he wanted.
The partner he needed.
Leclair reached out and squeezed her hand, gifting her with a smile that went nowhere near his dark gaze. “Got someone coming across the street and he’s strapped. Ready?”
“Yes.” Not really, but that was the right answer. She held his gaze when she wanted to look behind her, but that would give this charade away.
He patted her hand and firmly whispered, “Go!”
She strode into the restaurant.
The sound of the picnic table crashing came first then loud gunshots.
Leclair had no gun.
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Sam had moved his legsto the outside of the picnic table before Hailey came around. He said, “Go,” waited two seconds, and dropped down to flip the picnic table up as he did and dove to the ground.
Bullets ripped large holes in the thick wood.
He scooted into the restaurant on his belly with wood and chips of the brick wall flying around him.
But the brick would block him as he jumped to his feet. Everyone who’d been in the restaurant was out of sight as he ran for the rear exit.
And almost bowled over Hailey who was facing him.
