taken the children and their dear granny hostage.”
She disliked being so transparent, and, as a matter of fact, Shauna was filming a suspense thriller.
“Have you?” she said.
He snorted derisively. “Is it that easy to come up with a plot?”
“You are still not answering the question! You are being evasive, a quality I cannot stand in men.”
The smile died. He looked at her intently before saying, with disconcerting softness, “I think I hear the bitterness of experience.”
“No, you don’t!” she lied, a defensive lie if she had ever told one.
He sighed, then dismissed that topic with a shake of his head. “It’s the other way around,” he said. “I haven’t taken them hostage, they have taken me. I’m glad I don’t do this for a living. It’s exhausting being a hero. And then to get sprayed with Mace for my trouble.”
A hero? No, no, no! “I would have used it only if you did something to deserve it.”
“I don’t believe that. Once you got your finger on that sprayer, you would have been a dangerous woman. Trigger-happy.”
She did not dignify that with a reply.
“Mace is illegal in Canada,” he informed her dryly. “If they’d found it on you at the border you could have been refused entry. And that would have been a very bad thing for me, since I’m assuming you are the reinforcements, Addie Bwookie.”
“Brooke Callan,” she corrected him haughtily.
But she registered the word reinforcements and her relief grew. Whoever the mystery man was, he wouldn’t be glad to see her if he was up to no good, though glad was probably phrasing his reaction to her arrival a little too strongly.
Her relief died abruptly. What if he was that handsome, that sure of himself, that physically perfect, and he wasn’t the bad guy?
He looked down suddenly at the baby that was straddled over his arm and a terrible expression crossed his face. He unraveled Kolina’s fingers from around his knee, scooped her up, tucked her under the other arm, whirled and disappeared into the darkness of the house, giving Brooke little choice but to follow him.
Out of pure defiance, she stuck her hand back in the purse and fondled her Mace can deliberately.
Please be a bad guy. Please, please, please.
“Don’t even think it,” he warned her without looking back, and so she took her hand out again, not knowing what it was in his voice that made it unthinkable not to obey, but resenting it heartily all the same.
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