“Who are you?” I demanded as I yanked my phone out.
“Rain. Shit, Shotgun was right—you don’t recognise us,” Rain stated with a frown.
I studied him closely. He was freaking gorgeous but not recognisable. But Rain had Darcy’s hair colour.
“Rain, why is the door wide open?” Shotgun shouted. At least I think that was him; his voice seemed familiar.
“The office babe, we’ve got a guest,” Rain called back over his shoulder.
Shotgun appeared, and his eyes narrowed.
“What the fuck happened? Allegra, are you okay?” The worry in Shotgun’s tone undid me, and I began lowering the lamp.
“The door was ajar, and I heard a rustling sound. I thought someone was injured, and I found this,” I replied lamely, sweeping my arm around.
“Are you hurt?” Shotgun demanded.
That felt nice. Shotgun’s immediate concern was me.
“No, but Rain scared me.”
“You remember Rain?” Shotgun looked hopeful.
“No, he introduced himself.”
“Sweetheart, that lamp was a favourite, you might wanna put that down,” Shotgun remarked, and I giggled. He frowned, puzzled.
“Rain said the same,” I explained, and Shotgun nodded, his frown clearing.
“He’s not wrong.”
We stood looking at each other in an awkward silence that kept growing. Once, I knew these two guys intimately, but now they were strangers. Shit, I’d even had their kids. Ah. That also needed explaining.
“Um, I came to talk and discovered this. Perhaps I should come back?” I suggested.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll call the cops, let’s go sit on the porch,” Rain said. “Shotgun, you want to check the rest of the house?”
Rain dragged his phone out and was about to dial nine-one-one when it rang. It was his turn to look confused as he turned to Shotgun.
“It’s Kingston, the big boss… Hello… Actually, I was just about to call the police. I’ve been broken into… who else… how many… anyone hurt?”
From the snippets we were getting, Rain wasn’t the only one who’d been burglarised. I racked my brain trying to remember what Rain’s job was. The family had told me, but it was slipping my mind amidst this mess.
“Yes, if you text the report numbers, I’ll let the locals know this is linked… Thank you and enjoy your weekend.”
Rain hung up and lowered his head, rubbing the back of his neck. Shotgun and I waited… and waited, then Shotgun lost patience.
“Rain!”
“What? Oh sorry. Kingston said three team members have reported burglaries today. I’m the fourth. No one was injured, and it happened when they were all out. Those at home haven’t seen or heard anything suspicious. Nonetheless, Kingston is warning everyone to be on guard. He’s sending company security out to make a report.”
“Does this relate to your project?” Shotgun asked.
“Appears so, which means we have a leak. Nobody knows, apart from the team. Not even other teams within the company,” Rain mused.
I stood there awkwardly and finally shuffled my feet. I’d no idea what was happening and felt I should leave.
“Sorry. Allegra, let’s go outside. Shotgun will check the rest of the house. Take a seat on the porch swing while I call the police?” Rain suggested.
