Relieved, Brynnon nodded. “Look who I ran into.”
“Twice in as many days,” Grant observed. “That’s quite a coincidence.”
“That’s what I told him.”
Lucas held out his hand. “Grant, right? Good to see you again.”
Grant accepted the handshake, though Brynnon could tell he didn’t really want to. Without responding to the other man’s comment, he looked over at her.
“You ready?”
Sensing he was more than ready to get out of here, Brynnon nodded again. “Yeah. Sure.”
The other man tipped his chin. “Hopefully, I’ll see you again, soon.”
“The truck’s running.” Grant placed a gentle hand on Brynnon’s elbow.
“O-oh. Okay.” She looked at Luke from over her shoulder. “Good luck with your furniture.”
Lucas gave her a sideways grin. “Same to you.”
The second they were out the doors, Brynnon turned to Grant, asking, “Why are you in such a hurry?”
“I don’t like that guy.” Grant opened the passenger door for her.
“I don’t either, butIactually have a reason.” Brynnon climbed up inside.
Waiting until he was in the cab with her, Grant put the truck in gear and started to drive before responding. “I do, too.”
“Yeah. It’s called jealousy. And I already told you, I was only being polite for the sake of the charity. Nothing more.”
Grant grunted. “I just don’t trust him. I don’t think you should, either.”
Brynnon laughed. “I don’t. But not because I think he’s out to get me. That man may be a Class-A jerk, but Lucas doesn’t have the balls to physically hurt someone. His being here is just a coincidence.”
“I don’t believe in coincidences.”
Brynnon scowled. “Is that a SEAL thing or a R.I.S.C. thing?”
“Both.”
Sighing, she settled back against the seat. “Seems like a pretty cynical way to live.”
Grant slid his eyes to her then back to the road. “When you do what I do, Bryn, it’s theonlyway to live.”
She supposed he was right. Not a lot of room for second-guessing in his line of work.
They drove for a couple of miles before he spoke again. “I forgot to tell you, Derek called while you were upstairs working. He still hasn’t been able to locate Mitchell, the P.I. Wright hired, so he called his brother.” Grant looked over at her. “Eric’s a detective with the DPD.”
“Okay,” Brynnon nodded.
Grant continued, giving her a more thorough explanation. “Derek told Eric about the threats and what happened with the car. He also relayed what Wright shared with us. Eric got in touch with one of his contacts with the Phoenix P.D. and they’re working to find Mitchell.”
“Sounds good.”
“I also gave Derek the address to the cabin, so he’d know where we’ll be.”
Memories of the close call with the car began to seep in. “Okay.”
