Yes, she reminded herself, but she’d been a terribly scared gnat, and now she was a living, unharmed one, maybe thanks to Travis.
“Pardon me.” His tone was as stony as his glare. “I should have allowed you to unwrap it first, and then if you survived the blast, I’d have issued you an engraved invitation to get into an ambulance to have your bloody hands treated.”
“Lovely image,” she grumbled, but then added, almost apologetically, “but you’re right. Thanks for getting me out of there safely.”
She almost grinned at the surprise that arched his sandy brows. “You’re welcome. Any time.”
“No, thank you. Once was more than enough.”
She met his gaze and actually did smile, in response to the sudden twinkle in his dark blue eyes. “I’ll make a note of it.” He was one good-looking guy when he wasn’t scowling.
No, he was a good-looking guy even when he was scowling. But his masculine charm seemed multiplied when he relaxed, even a little.
“Dianna, tell me about that package. Was it Farley’s work? You weren’t hurt, were you?” Jeremy’s concern jolted Dianna back to reality.
But again she didn’t have to answer, for the distant sirens had grown louder, and a fleet of police cars screeched up before the building. A few of the vehicles were huge blue SUVs.
“Hey, what’s happening?” asked Wally Sellers, who joined them. He was panting as if he had run to get there. “Why are the cops here? Is something wrong?”
“Bomb scare,” growled his partner in a low voice.
“You’re kidding.” But Wally’s sudden pallor showed that he believed Jeremy. Dianna worried about the chunky, out-of-breath older man. He seemed a prime candidate for a heart attack. “Where’s the bomb? Does anyone know?”
“Mr. Sellers, Mr. Alberts, you okay?” Cal Flynn, head of the building’s security force, joined them. His blue uniform shirt was untucked, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his round, ursine face. “I’ve got my guys checking the floors for fire, but so far they haven’t found anything. Maybe it’s a false alarm.”
“Or maybe not,” Travis said. “Get them out. Fast. There’s something that looks like a bomb inside. The bomb disposal unit’ll handle it.”
Cal uttered an expletive, then yanked the radio from his belt. “I need to tell my guys to make sure everyone’s out.”
Travis grabbed his hand. “Great idea, but no radio. It might not make a difference out here, but if any of your guys are close to the damn thing, the radio frequency could set it off.” He was pacing, as if it required every bit of self-control to keep himself from—what? Going back inside the building himself?
Dianna heard the sound of a helicopter overhead and looked up. It was close enough for her to make out the call letters of a local news radio station.
Damn! The media already knew what was happening.
“Tell you what, Flynn,” Travis said, standing beside the security man. “I’ve got to go brief those guys on the package.”
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