Dragging away his gaze, he examined the lock, then pulled a slim setof picks from his wallet. The guards hadn’t thought to look there. “Keep an eye out.”
With a nod, she turned her back on him. His hands were slippery, he hadn’t practiced in months, and Caitlyn stood too close for him to ignore, but he managed to conquer the lock in under a minute.
“We’re in,” he said, dropping the tools into his pocket and pushing open the wooden door.
“All clear out here.”She slid past him into the dimly lit foyer, waiting for him to close the door behind them before advancing down the hall.
They dripped and squished, leaving behind a trail of water on the carpet runner that muffled their approach to the central staircase. A quick circuit of the lower floor revealed a kitchen, a lounge, and a large dining room.
The rain pounded on the roof overhead, drowningout all other noise as they circled back to the foyer.
“Don’t move.” Glenn stepped into the anteroom holding a Glock, his wet hair dripping onto the floor.
Kurt froze, shielding Caitlyn with his body. Why hadn’t he found a way to sneak in a weapon?
“Glenn, put the gun down,” the damn foolish woman said, stepping out of his shadow and into the line of fire. “It’s just us.”
A black man dressedin a T-shirt and jeans stood behind Glenn, pointing a Sig Sauer at Kurt’s chest.
“I can see that,” Glenn said. “What are you doing in here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” Caitlyn stepped closer, pushing Kurt’s blood pressure up another notch. “We were looking for shelter from the downpour and this was closer than the main house. You?”
Richie Rich looked skeptical. “Shelter? Or a bed?”
Even if he was insanely jealous, the guns seemed like overkill. What had they walked into?
She made a face. “Don’t be crude. We just wanted someplace warm and dry to wait out the rain.”
“So you broke in? You must think I’m an idiot.”
Hands on hips, she said, “No, but I thought you trusted me by now. Your dad does. I saved his life, remember?”
Glenn’s gaze raked her body from head to toe. “Thatwasunfortunate.”
She stared, eyes wide. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “Patience has never been my strong suit.”
What the fuck? Had the guy really admitted to an attempt on his father’s life? Christ, they were so screwed.
“Glenn, we can—”
“Enough bullshit.” He cut her off with a wave of his gun. “I know you’re the pilot.”
Oh, fuck.
Her brow wrinkled in an Oscar-deserving pantomime ofconfused innocence. “Right. I’ve been flying your family for more than a year now.” She raised her hand, palm out. “Are you feeling okay?”
“No, no, you beautiful, devious bitch.” Glenn held his weapon inches from Caitlyn’s forehead. “You’re therescuepilot.”
