“He told me to turn the cell on when I got here and he’d be able to trace it,” I admit.
“When did you turn it on?” Sawyer inquires.
“When we reached this property.”
His shoulders relax. “It’s fine then. He can’t trace you in this town.”
“Why not?” I’m naturally curious when it comes to tech stuff.
“There are a few places in the US that are satellite black spots, and this is one of them,” Sawyer says.
“What exactly does it mean?” I ask, although I can guess.
“Think of it like a black cloud over this town masking everything from sight. So, even though your father is deploying high-tech strategies using satellites and software image recognition to search for us, it hides us under the cloud.”
“How do you connect to the net then?”
“I have a USB dongle connected to a private hidden network owned by my father.”
“And why wouldn’t my cell work here?”
“Because I installed a blocker. We use ours with a code which bypasses the security, so don’t even think of trying to steal ours. The code has to be input with every action, and you won’t be able to use the phone without it.”
“And Rick’s friends just happened to have a cabin inthistown?” I’m skeptical in the extreme.
“They chose this spot for the privacy it offered them.”
“So, they’re, like, famous or something?”
“Or something,” Rick cryptically replies. “The most important thing is we’re hidden here, and we need to keep it that way.”
A loud yawn escapes my mouth that second, and a blanket of tiredness swathes me. My eyes close for a nanosecond, and I sway a little on my feet. An arm encircles my waist from behind, and I’d know his touch anywhere.
“Get out,” Kai says, and my eyes pop open. “Abby’s tired.”
“You want something to eat, beautiful?” Jackson asks, as the others dutifully shuffle toward the door.
“I got it covered,” Kai barks, his tone warning Jackson to back off.
I shuck out of his hold. “You can leave too.”
He smirks. “Nice try. I’m going nowhere.”
I snatch my measly plastic bag up. “Then I’m taking another room.”
His smirk extends and I want to smack him in his gorgeous mouth. “There are only five bedrooms here and they’re all occupied. You’re stuck with me. Deal with it.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” I say, walking toward the door where Sawyer and Jackson are lounging, watching this play out.
“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” Kai fists a hand in my dress, yanking me back.
“Stop manhandling me! I’m not your property.” I wriggle out of his hold.
“Stop pissing me off, Abigail.” His eyes burn with uncaged frustration. “You’re pregnant with my kid, so that means I get a say. And I’m saying get your cranky ass in that bed asap!” He turns me around by the shoulders, frog marching me toward the bed.
“Get your hands off me.”
“Not happening, baby.” He pats my ass and a red haze creeps over my retinas. I spin around, my hand raised, ready to slap him again, but his reflexes are fast, and he grabs both my wrists as he pushes me back into the wall. Keeping my arms above my head, he presses his body along the length of mine, and I pray for self-control.
