Jared scowled down at Angie. “Keira might not be mine to boss around, but you are. You’re still recovering from your injury and you’re going to bed when I say. Actually, screw it, both of you are. I’m soon going to be Keira’s brother-in-law and her man isn’t here. So I’m in charge.”
They all gaped at him.
“Brother-in-law?” Keira asked. “Is there something you guys haven’t told me?”
“Nothing that I know about,” Angie said, gazing up at him. “Is there something you want to tell me, Jared?”
“You didn’t know that I’m going to marry you one day?” he asked. “Because I am.”
“You’re so certain she’ll say yes,” Keira said, sounding amused.
“Of course she will. No other answer will be allowed.”
“Whew, that’s kind of hot. Glad you’ve got a guy as bossy as mine, Angie.”
“I’m not so sure it’s a good thing,” Angie muttered.
He set down his coffee and then lifted her onto his lap. “Yes, you are. You love me and you want to marry me. Which you will do.”
“You are so bossy. Luckily, I do love you and I do want to marry you.”
“Wait . . . is that something?” Miles said as he spoke into his headset. “Zander, do you see movement in the back right corner of the yard?”
“I see it. I think we have some movement. Honey, get ready. Webb, you have her?”
“I’ve got her.”
Webb was hidden inside the house in the saferoom. His job was to protect Honey and hopefully secure Drews.
“Power has been cut,” Miles warned.
They all got up to look at the monitors. A person snuck across the yard and then managed to get through the back door. Honey had already gone to bed. Well, she was pretending to sleep.
This guy snuck into the room, creeping over to her. From another monitor they could see Webb creeping out of the saferoom.
That’s when Honey struck.
Fuck.
Jared felt Angie grow tense as they watched Drews fight back. But suddenly Webb was there, helping to subdue the asshole. He pinned him on the floor while Honey secured his hands and feet and the others rushed in.
North pulled off the intruder’s mask and turned his head toward the camera. Angie gasped.
“Is that him?” Miles asked. “Is that the guy who introduced himself to you as Richard Drews?”
“That . . . that’s him,” she said. “That’s Richard Drews or whatever his real name is.”
“That’s Drews,” Miles said into his headset. “Bring him back for questioning.”
“Thank God,” she whispered, relief flooding her. “Thank God.”
Angie was sorelieved when they all came back.
Well, not all of them.
Ammo and North were missing.
“Where’s North?” she asked.
