If Superman was an overly bossy, ridiculously protective caveman.
Arabella staredout of her car window in dismay.
She’d been in Haven for a week now.
And her back was absolutely killing her. So it was great that the bed had arrived.
There was just one problem. She hadn’t been here when it and the other packages had been delivered.
Getting out of the car, a wind whipped around her.
There were several boxes as well as a plastic-wrapped mattress on her front porch.
“What the heck? What happened to letting me know when they were going to deliver this?” she asked.
What was she going to do? She couldn’t leave it out here. There was a storm gathering in the distance and rain would ruin it.
Tears gathered in her eyes, defeat filling her.
Maybe her father was right.
She was useless. She couldn’t do anything on her own. And she didn’t have the intelligence that god had given a fly.
No, no.
She wouldn’t let those words shape her. She could do this. All she had to do was get the stuff inside.
It really wasn’t that hard
An hour later,her muscles were trembling as she pulled the last box inside. A crack of thunder made her jump and Horse howl.
She tugged on the box harder, willing it to move. Grabbing the base, she lifted it. But as she did that something went ping in her back and a cry of pain escaped her as she fell.
Oh hell.
This wasn’t good.
14
Eli paced back and forth as Kellan sighed and tried to concentrate on his laptop.
“What is wrong with you?” Kellan asked. “You haven’t sat still since we got back to the hotel. Are you worried about Shaw?”
“What? No. Yes, I mean, of course I am. And about Tucker. Are you sure sending Zimmer after him is a good idea?”
Hmm. It was a risky move, yes. Zimmer had helped them with a couple of cases. But he didn’t always operate on the right side of the law, not that they’d ever been able to pin anything on him.
Also, they hadn’t tried that hard.
“He’s good at finding people. Plus, he lives in Costa Rica.”
“He does?” Eli paused. “How do you know that?”
“A few simple deductions. Is that your problem? You’re worried about Tucker? Or is it that you’re missing work. Right now, we could be chasing down a murderer, a drug smuggler, busting a meth lab.” Kellan sighed. “Good times.”
“I’m not concerned about that,” Eli said with exasperation. “I’m concerned about Arabella.”
“Why?” Kellan attempted to keep the concern out of his voice. “Has something happened?”
