It didn’t take Sydney long to fall asleep on the sofa with Maggie Maye snuggled up next to her. I finished a few things I needed to take care of and then sat down at my computer and typed in the word Truth-seekers.
The results of my search were varied. One site displayed a periodical that was published in the nineteenth century. There was also a plethora a groups and discussion boards for those seeking the truth about different things. Nothing came up with the symbol, though.
I leaned back in the chair and slowly let out a breath. “What were you looking for, Vickie?”
Sydney
stirred, and Maggie Maye lifted her head to check on her. It warmed my heart to see them together. They looked so comfortable I decided to let them stay on the sofa. If I moved Sydney to the guest room, Maggie Maye would surely get excited and wake her up. A part of me was jealous Maggie Maye got to sleep next to Sydney. She had looked so damn sexy when she came down from my bedroom in my T-shirt. It had taken everything I had not to pull her to me and take her right there in my living room.
No. The first time we were together, it had to be perfect. She was unlike any other woman I had ever met. She deserved so much more.
I took the throw from the back of the sofa, gently laid it over my two sleeping beauties, and headed upstairs to my room. I set the alarm and crawled into bed.
I felt like my eyes had just closed for a few moments when the house alarm went off. I flew out of bed, grabbed my gun and my phone, and ran down the steps. Maggie Maye was barking, and I could hear Sydney cursing.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! Who has an alarm in Salem?”
When I got to the front door, I saw Sydney staring at the alarm. She was jumping around, making a motion with her hands that looked like she was trying to shoot the alarm panel.
“What are you doing?” I yelled over the blaring alarm.
She spun around and shouted, “Make it stop!”
Quickly reaching past her, I punched in the code and turned it off. Then my phone rang.
“It’s the alarm company,” I said.
Sydney rolled her eyes.
“Mr. Murphy, we’ve gotten notice that your alarm is going off. Is everyone okay?”
“Yes, all is fine.”
“May I please get your code word, sir?”
“Yes, it’s whippersnapper.”
Sydney’s eyes went wide and she covered her mouth to hide her giggles.
“Would you like me to clear the alarm for you?”
“No, I’ve got it. Thank you.”
Once I hung up, she dropped her hand and started laughing. “Whippersnapper? That is your code?”
I frowned. “Yes.”
She laughed harder. “Why?”