She was getting better at this. Maybe she should endanger her nose more often.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at where Blaze was standing.
He barely turned his head to glance at the door. “Come in.”
Silence, no jingling of the doorknob.
Instead, a man’s voice from outside the room said, “I’m leaving. Twist and Micah are in the living room if anything happens.”
That was Logan, his Russian accent lighter than any of the Koch Group’s evil mercenaries, and his voice sounded so much like their dad.
Blaze said back at Logan, “We haven’t had lunch. It’s after two o’clock.”
A pause drew out before Sarah heard her brother’s voice. “I’ll have Micah and Twist order you something. What does she like?”
For a second, Sarah was confused about why Logan had only asked what she would want for lunch, but Logan and Blaze had been best friends for fifteen years. Logan knew what Blaze liked to eat for lunch.
Blaze answered, “Mild, and Sarah needs coffee, too.”
And now she understood why Blaze had no addictions, not even coffee, because she was starting to get a caffeine headache.
“Mild,yeah figures. I had a baby mouth when I moved out of Iowa, too,” Logan said.
No more talking came through the door.
Sarah sat up. “Is that it? You just ordered lunch?”
Blaze said, “We’ve got to eat. I don’t know how long we’ll be stuck in this hotel room. I need to start making phone calls about those weapons, though.”
As he said the part about getting weapons, he rolled his eyes as if saying there was no way he was getting any.
“Is there anything I can do to help you get the weapons for Dr. Bell?” Sarah made air quotes with her fingers above the get-the-weapons part.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get the weapons.”
But he also made air quotes around getting the weapons.
He was definitely planning something.
“But where are you getting the weapons from?” she asked, twirling her finger downward as if she were stirring a cup of coffee with it, valiantly trying to ask him where he was going to execute this unnamed plan of his.
Blaze shook his head, pointed to the far side of the bed where she was sitting on the floor, and pressed his hand down. “I have to contact these guys and arrange to liquidate enough of my assets to pay for the weapons. And then I have to make arrangements with certain friends of mine for weapons that can’t be purchased legally in the States.”
Great, he just wanted her to lay low while he did the fighting part. “But is there anything I can do?”
“Just stay out of the way.” He blinked and seemed to think about it for a minute. “While I’m on the phone.”
An hour later, a knock sounded at the door, and a different man’s voice spoke. “We have your lunch. Stand back from the door, Blaze. Micah is armed. If you make any sort of a move, he’ll shoot you or something.”
Sarah rolled off the bed again and flattened herself on the floor between the bed and the wall because thishadto be an opportunity. She flipped around so she could watch from where she lay on the white shag carpet under the bed.
Blaze stood by the window, talking to those guys like they were UltraEats restaurant delivery. “I’m on the other side of the room. I won’t make a move on you.”
The guy outside said, “So you’re not near the door, right?”
Blaze’s gaze swung upward in a micro-eye roll, but he stepped backward and raised his hands. “Like I said, I’m over by the window. We just want lunch.”
His bored tone chided them for being afraid of him.
