Meanwhile, he needed to keep busy, recon the place, make contingency plans. Do anything other than think about the moment he’d seen her defend that puppy.
He had one mission tonight, keeping Rachel safe, and sadly, this place offered their best bet for flying under the radar.
“Sorry about the one-star rating on the accommodations.” He gave the dogs the freedom to sniff at the two saggy beds and cheap laminate furniture with a serious seventies vibe.
“No need to apologize.” She dropped her backpack on the chair closest to the door. “I understand that finding a place that accepts cash without requiring you to show a credit card as well limited our choices. At least there aren’t bugs.”
Or were there? Best to keep a light on tonight for more than one reason.
He tossed her a bedroll he’d brought from the Jeep. “We can spread out the sleeping bags so you don’t have to actually come into contact with the linens.”
“It’s not that bad, and it’s certainly better than some places I’ve stayed. Remember those half-crumbling cottages we stayed at in the Bahamas after the earthquake? At least the floor’s level here, we have hot water, and there won’t be any aftershocks.”
“True, true.” He flicked on a second light under a cheesy dime-store painting of a palm tree on a beach. Music from the marsh-side bar thrummed through the night. He would have preferred somewhere more secluded, but as she’d pointed out, their choices were limited. “I’m gonna get the rest of our gear out of the Jeep.”
Before someone stole it.
He’d parked the vehicle right in front of their room. As he walked in and out again, he saw Rachel push back the curtains for better access to the AC. They could sure use some air moving in the muggy, musty room. How much more humid could it get without actually raining? Rachel twisted knobs until tepid gusts wafted from the groaning wall unit. He’d bunked in worse and so had she. That didn’t mean he was happy with having her here.
Within five minutes, he’d stacked their stockpile in a corner. “Stay put, and I’ll get the food this time.”
She hitched a hand on her hip, her spunk increasing exponentially since she’d first shown up in his life again. “Worried I’ll make a scene by kicking someone else’s ass?”
“Or that someone will grab yours. Have you looked around this place?” He paused in the doorway. Was it safer to leave her here, locked in the room, even though she would be alone? She had weapons—that she didn’t know how to use. “Fine, then. Come with me, stick to my side, and we’ll get supper together.”
Laughing, she tugged his T-shirt. “You are such a man.”
“I hope so.” He eyed the dogs sprawled on the floor in front of the television, wrestling and rolling. “You two, behave while we’re gone.”
He closed the door behind him.
She hooked an arm through his.
Pulling his arm from hers, he hooked it around her shoulders, hugging her tighter to his side. Closer. Nowhere near close enough to keep her safe. With the handgun strapped to his waist he doubted anyone would mess with him. He had a permit to carry, but this also didn’t look like the kind of place where people carded anyone.
He spotted at least seven trucks with gun racks full in clear sight. “Let’s make this quick and seriously low-key this time.”
“I’ve got your back.”
Something in the way she said that made him glance over at her sharply. She simply smiled back and kept walking toward the one-story bar painted a gross, mucusy green.
Inside, the place smelled of smoke and unwashed bodies, sweaty from dancing their slicked selves against each other. He hauled her closer. Yeah, he was feeling primitively protective.
What of it?
He’d seen the same kind of dive bar in countless places around the world. Not that he’d hung out there, but rather hauled someone out before they landed in trouble. Or worse.
He stepped up to the bar and caught the bartender’s attention, settling for the simplest order to speed things along.
“Three cheeseburgers, an order of nachos, and a jug of sweet tea.” He glanced at Rachel quickly for confirmation, and when she nodded, he turned back to the guy wearing a beer-stained apron. “That order’s to go. There’s an extra twenty for you if you move the order to the front of the line.”
He passed one bill over now, the other folded and ready. He didn’t want to flash his wallet full of cash out in the open here.
“Done.” The bartender snagged the twenty and shouted into the kitchen. “Three CBs, nachos, sweet tea—on skates.”
While Liam waited, his eyes drifted over a trio clanking longnecks while they waited in line outside the bathrooms. He watched for any threat, the warm press of Rachel at his side a reminder of the stakes. Her body vibrated against his as she hummed along with the jukebox cranking out an old Roy Orbison classic.>A fierce protectiveness filled him and he couldn’t delude himself into thinking it was anything but personal. He was getting involved with her at the worst possible time for a relationship.
So here he still sat. Alone with his dog. Staked out a couple of doors down from Catriona’s house. At least he was good at his job—or had been at one time—and no one had noticed him watching her home.