Still, she wasn’t taking chances. She sprinted across the clearing, pressed her back to the cabin wall, and rose just enough to peek through the window.
Pitch black.
She couldn’t see a damn thing. She dropped back down, crouched low, and worked her way around the side. The back of the cabin had a small deck and a single door. She ducked under the banister and stepped lightly onto the porch, avoiding the creaky planks near the edge. She reached for the handle.
Locked.
She stood there, debating, her heart pounding in her ears. Bust the door down and maybe get shot? Or knock and maybe get shot? Either one could involve getting shot, but she didn’t figure she had a choice. Her hand moved to her gun. She slid it free.
“Not hesitating would’ve been the better choice,” a voice said from behind her.
She spun, weapon raised?—
And came face-to-face with her…
“Cross,” she breathed.
“Were you expecting someone else?”
He stood with arms crossed over his chest, muscles stretching the fabric of his T-shirt. He was tanned, fit, and way too good-looking for her own sanity.
He raked his gaze over her, slow and thorough. “Nice to see you, Drew. You’re looking good.”
There was no way in hell she was going to tell him how he looked. His ego was big enough already.
“You’re a hard man to find,” she said. “But not hard enough.”
He cocked a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She gave a small shrug. “Your name’s come up.”
“Come up how?” His tone was edged in flint as he cocked his head.
Without another word, he pushed past her, unlocked the door, and yanked it open.
“Inside.”
“Cross, I just?—”
“Shut up and get in here.”
He pulled her into the cabin and slammed the door behind them.
“Someone’s out there,” he said under his breath.
“No shit. It’s probably just Charlie.”
“Who the hell is Charlie?”
“The guy in the truck. I knocked him out, and I thought he’d come to and left, but maybe he came back.”
Cross shook his head. “It’s not Charlie. I moved him and his truck farther down the road. He’s currently tied up in the back of it.”
Drew’s stomach knotted at the news. “Shit. You think someone else is out there?”
Even in the darkness of the cabin, she knew his look was of thewell, duhvariety.
He moved across the room, checking the windows, peering out through the slats in the blinds.
