Code Name: Nanny (SEAL and Code Name #5)(33)

Summer made a note in her book to rush a requisition of all security tapes for Cara’s building.

“Possibly,” Gabe continued. “Most public buildings have multiple levels of surveillance since 9/11.”

“I can ask—”

“No need. I’ll make a few calls tomorrow. The fewer people involved, the better.”

The man was pretty good, Summer thought grudgingly. Was he CIA? Quantico HRT? Secret Service? With the senator’s connections, he could be any one of the three. But even then, she didn’t like the thought of turning over her responsibility for the family.

Gabe pulled a blueprint out of his black ballistic nylon bag and anchored the sheet with teacups. “The main points of access to the house are here and here. I’ve added an exterior motion detector by the rear kitchen door and put in an alarm to sound in my quarters. I also suggest glass-break sensors on all the downstairs windows. To be absolutely safe, the upstairs windows should be wired, too, but that’s your call.”

“Go ahead,” Cara said tightly.

Gabe tapped six more points on the blueprint. “I’ll install monitors on all your major downstairs windows. These should be operational by tomorrow morning.”

The bushes outside those windows limited the range of efficiency for motion detectors, Summer knew. “Pressure plates, I take it?”

“Set to notify me wherever I am. I’ll relay any information to you, of course.”

Summer pointed to one corner of the blueprint. “There’s a cellar on the west side of the house that needs to be blocked off. I checked earlier and found no interior access, but I want a more careful look tomorrow.”

There was a hint of respect in Gabe’s eyes. “So you noticed that. We’ll check it out together.”

Not a polite suggestion, but a command.

Summer frowned at Gabe. “What about these small windows near the pantry and the first-floor landing?”

“I’m setting up an interior motion detector to cover that area, but I doubt anyone will try for access there. The windows are too small.”

“Second floor?” Summer shot back. “There are eighteen windows up there.”

“A realtor’s dream and a security nightmare.” Gabe looked at Cara. “I’d suggest wireless monitors upstairs.”

“Do it.”

“That means no more sleeping with the windows opened.”

Cara smiled grimly. “Summer has already given me an ultimatum about that.”

“What about that big tree outside Audra’s window?” Summer tapped the blueprint. “A well-trained intruder could be across a branch and inside in seconds.”

Gabe’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve got someone coming by tomorrow. He’ll see to it that there are no branches with access to the windows or the roof.”

You’re good, Mr. Morgan, Summer thought. But I’m better. “There’s also the small balcony off Ms. O’Connor’s bedroom. Access is possible via the garage roof.”

“Already noted. I’d like to nail that balcony door shut. Then I suggest we wire the porch and roof with motion sensors.”

The senator returned and sat down next to Cara, who looked more tired than ever. “Do what you have to,” she said. “I find I’m not in the mood to use the porch anymore.”

Summer pushed aside her tea. “What else?”

“I’ve set up a surveillance camera on the front door.” Gabe’s eyes narrowed. “It’s imperative that all of you check outside before opening the door.”

Cara nodded slowly. “I’ll talk to the girls. Thank God, tomorrow’s Friday, and I’ll have the weekend to explain to them. We’re going to have to postpone the ceremony, too.” She took a deep breath. “More calls to make and questions to answer.”

Gabe glanced at Tate Winslow.

Uh-oh, Summer thought. What next?

“We’ll discuss postponing the wedding later.”

The senator cleared his throat. “I want to take you and the girls up to the ranch in Wyoming this weekend, Cara. You know how quiet it is and how much the girls love riding. It will be better if Gabe’s team can tackle all these security upgrades without interference.”

“Go to the ranch? But—”

“I’ll fly us up.” Tate slid his arm around her shoulders. “We can be there in time for a late dinner and my ranch hands will provide all the security we need. No one will get past Bud and his men.”

Gabe’s jaw worked up and down, which left Summer thinking he didn’t like this part of the plan. “Sir? May I remind you that these men are not professionals.”

“You’ve made your point, Gabe. But we’ll handle this part my way.”

There was a momentary silence. “Understood.”

“Ms. Mulvaney can help the girls pack tomorrow so they’ll be ready. After breathing in that clear mountain air and taking in a few world-class sunsets, you’ll feel like a new woman.”

“I hate it when you manage me,” Cara said. “But the ranch sounds like heaven.”

“One more thing. What if Gabe and Ms. Mulvaney take a little trip of their own?” Tate took her hands. “Down to Mexico.”

Cara stiffened. “Absolutely not.”