Page 33 of Guarding Adelaide

Rafe nodded and she pointed toward the door. He held his hand out for her to proceed him. As she stepped toward the door, her stomach tightened.

Out on the covered porch, she leaned against the rail, her arms folded together as they laid on the top. She inhaled the fresh air out here. The cabin was nestled deep in the woods, which was great for hiding, but it was also secluded. That wasn't good.

Rafe's footsteps neared her. He placed his hands on the rail before him, next to her. She hesitated a moment, irritated with herself for her mixed feelings.

"Rafe, you need to tell us everything that's going on."

"I can't Addy. Wade has trusted me with things that are not to be shared."

"We need to know what's going on or we're working in the dark."

She turned to face him, her arms crossed in front of her.

He turned and shoved his hands in his pockets. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She was exhibiting closed off body language, he wasn't.

Uncrossing her arms, she instead tucked her thumbs into her back pockets and looked Rafe in the eyes. Admitting to herself again how nice his eyes were, she allowed herself to stare for a few moments. He was an incredibly handsome man. Her heartbeat increased and it felt like she had bubbles in her tummy.

"Rafe. We need to come to some understanding. I get that Wade shared confidential information with you. But we can't put the senator, ourselves, or you in danger by only having some of the information."

She saw his chest rise and fall and her mind snapped back to when he changed his shirt and she'd seen his muscular chest.

"Addy, I don't want anyone to be in danger either. My ability to keep confidential information just that, is a source of pride for me. It's also why Wade shares things with me. He knows I'll be discreet."

"I can't believe even he would want anyone to get in the middle of all of this and get hurt or worse."

"No, he wouldn't. But, until I speak with him, I can't say anything further."

She swallowed to moisten her throat. He was incredible.

"What about the man who you believe bombed the gym, or at a minimum, messed with your locker?"

"I had a sketch artist draw him. Then we ran it through the computers at the DoD. He's been identified as Jensen Gable. He's a petty criminal with a long rap sheet. I gave his likeness and name to the police department."

"Any word on whether they've found him?"

He shook his handsome head, the dark hair now falling on his forehead. The sides were buzzed short, the look suited him. "I haven't heard from them."

"Do you know why he targeted you?"

Rafe inhaled a deep breath. "I don't think he meant to blow me up at all. He had the opportunity to do that when I was in the pool. I think he meant to create a distraction, which worked. I'd even lost my common sense for a while in not securing my things. By the time we'd gotten scared gym patrons outside and interviewed with police, I was eager to get out of there."

"When you left the gym, where did you go?"

"To the office. Then home."

"Did you take your bag home with you?"

"Yes."

"So, he likely knows where you live now." She watched his face. His jaw twitched and clamped tighter, but he said nothing.

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"I have security. I live in a gated community, so I'm not too worried."

"He set off a bomb."

"A small one for a distraction."

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