Liam gave up and laughed, a rusty sort of sound. How long had it been since he slept?
“I mean it when I say to be completely open if authorities question you. I don’t want to compromise you in any way. If Brandon Harris comes up at any time, feel free to say I’m as confused as the next fella about what’s going on. Never even met the guy. But again, be straight up if asked. I arrived, picked up some gear I’d stored in at your place when I moved here.”
“Like the gear I’ve got stored at your place?” There it was, the offer for more, for gear needed to fly under the radar for a while.
“Let’s just say Rachel and I have reunited after the Bahamas and are heading out to commune with nature for a couple of days. Thus the need for firepower. There are wild animals out there.”
“Fair enough.” Wade shoved to his feet. He rolled back a rag rug and pulled a key from underneath the desk. He slipped the key into a nearly undetectable groove in the wood floor. A spring popped and a trapdoor eased open to expose a safe built under the floorboards. Gun cases, ammo boxes, survival gear. “Take whatever you need.”
“Just my stuff stored here.” Liam knelt beside him, knees popping. “Pass me that, and I’m good.”
He lifted out a green duffel bag and hefted it over to the top of the desk. “You can take more from my personal stash. Might as well be better than good. No questions asked.”
“Thanks. But I want to make sure you’re armed as well.” And he didn’t want to cross a line. They would die for each other any day. That wasn’t something he would ever take advantage of.
He unzipped the bag and sifted around inside, inventorying.
Remington 308, a sniper rifle.
AR-15, a smaller assault rifle, easier to conceal.
Body armor.
Three sets of IDs.
Two prepaid, disposable cell phones.
And lastly, a Baby Eagle 9 mm, a smaller version of his Desert Eagle semiautomatic handgun. He would be passing the 9 mm to Rachel along with lessons on how to shoot it.
“Be alert. I wish I had more than that to direct you… I swear the minute I have something concrete, I’ll pass it along. You have to know I wouldn’t leave you in the dark unless there was no other choice.”
“Call me if you need anything.” Wade clapped him on the back.
“I won’t need you.” He slung the duffel over his shoulder. “But thanks.”
“Me? Hell no.” He laughed. “I’m talking about Sunny. That woman’s so resourceful, she can create a generator out of bubble gum and vegetable oil. She’s like an eco-friendly MacGyver.”
At least some guys got it right the first time. “She’s a keeper.”
“You don’t have to tell me. Enough of the sweet flowery love stuff.” He squatted down in front of the open safe again. “Let’s talk extra ammo.”
Chapter 9
Rachel cradled a mug of coffee between her palms, killing time until Liam armed himself to the teeth. Gulp. Ouch. She blew into the coffee. “It’s beyond nice of you to let us just walk into your home in the middle of the night.”
The sun was just starting to tease the watery horizon visible through the open kitchen window. A fan kicked up a breeze, and while there were AC vents in the bungalow, apparently the Rochas preferred the morning breeze.
Sunny poured a cup of coffee for herself as well, looking surprisingly awake in running shorts and a tank top. Her brown hair swung loose, with a feather woven into the strands on one side. “It’s nothing. Seriously. This is what we do for each other.”
She placed a plate of pineapple-mango muffins on the table. Home baked. Clearly.
Even if she hadn’t seen the muffin tin slotted in the dish dryer by the sink, she would have known. Everything about this place spoke of eco-friendly creativity, from the repurposed walnut table to the natural-fiber curtains. Rag rugs were scattered in front of the sink, by the door, in the hall.
Being here, bringing danger to their doorstep, felt so wrong. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Sunny sat across from her and scooped up a muffin.
Rachel’s mouth watered and she grabbed a muffin for herself, as good an excuse as any to give herself a moment to come up with a neutral answer. She thought of Liam’s insistence that they wouldn’t ask questions, which meant she should respect the need to keep them as uninvolved as possible. So what was she supposed to talk about?