Hidden Away (KGI #3)(34)

“Yeah.”

She raised herself off his chest to look into his eyes. “Can I have it?”

As what-the-f*ck moments went, this one was one of the bigger ones. The thing was, she was dead serious. There was an earnestness to her gaze that said she really wanted him to give her his gun. Shit.

He touched her cheek and let his fingers trail down her jaw. He tugged at a wet strand that stubbornly clung to her skin and tucked it up over her ear. “Sarah, honey, tell me what happened.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled again. It came out as a staccato stuttering over her lips. “Someone was in my cottage. I heard him.”

Garrett sat up, nearly upending her from his lap. He caught her arms and pulled her back against him, but he sat up straight, processing what she’d just said.

“How the hell did you get out? Did he hurt you? Tell me what happened. Everything.”

“I crawled out my window. I know I sound like the world’s biggest coward, but all I could do was lie there, terrified. I had to make myself get up.”

He brushed his lips across her hair in an unconscious gesture of comfort. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, sweetheart. Fear can render even the most powerful person immobile. Now tell me the rest.”

“I pushed the dresser away from the window and crawled out.”

“Where did you hear the noise?”

She frowned. “In the kitchen. There was a creaking sound. Like maybe a cabinet opening. It was what woke me up. I thought I was dreaming it at first.”

“Do you think maybe you were dreaming?”

Her head popped back up and fire blazed in her eyes. “I’m not crazy, Garrett. He was there. I heard him.”

“Shhh. I believe you, Sarah.”

“I can’t stay there.” It came out as a sob. “Oh God, I can’t do this.” She beat her fist against his chest and then her head fell forward onto his shoulder.

Garrett gathered her in his arms and rocked back and forth, murmuring soothing nonsense in her ear. She reminded him so much of Rachel, so broken and afraid. Sarah was teetering on the edge and he wondered if this would be the final straw in the tight grip she kept on her composure. Sooner or later she would break. No one could hold up under the strain for so long. Not with everything that had happened to her.

“You don’t have to stay there,” he murmured. “You can stay here with me.”

She went still against him and then she pushed herself away. It was then he knew she realized that she was close to him. Touching him. Allowing him to comfort her. Her initial terror had faded enough that the barriers had gone back up and she had returned to self-preservation mode.

Her eyes became troubled and she edged backward, but for the first time, he forced the issue and kept a tight hold on her. He watched her closely for signs of true distress but what he saw was uncertainty. Not fear.

“Listen to me, Sarah. I want you to stay here while I go check out things at your cottage.”

She shook her head but he put a finger to her lips to staunch the denial.

“What I want you to do is to take a hot shower while I’m at your cottage. I’ll bring back your things. You’re freezing.”

She clutched at his hand, her cold fingers curling around his. “Garrett, you can’t! What if he’s still there?”

“I hope to hell he is.”

He lifted her and set her over to the side and then he pulled the blanket up over her knees and tucked the ends around her neck.

“Please be careful,” she begged.

“I’ll have my gun. I tend to shoot first and ask questions later. While I’m gone I want you into a hot shower before you make yourself sick.” He nudged her chin up with his fingers. “Okay?”

She nodded and he got up. She had more color in her cheeks now, and she seemed more cognizant of her surroundings. She’d be fine while he checked things out. But he wasn’t taking any chances.

“When you go into the bathroom, I want you to lock the door. Don’t come out until I get back and tell you it’s okay.”

She nodded again and he picked up his Glock as he headed toward the door. He turned as he stood in the open doorway and instilled enough force into his words that she’d pay heed. “Get on into the bathroom. Do it now.”

CHAPTER 12

SARAH pushed her face under the spray of the shower. Instead of going for hot and steaming, she’d turned the cold on, determined to rid herself of the horrific fear that still crowded the edges of her mind. When she was no longer able to bear the icy water sluicing over her skin, she turned it to scalding hot.

She stood there, thawing out as steam rose in the tiny bathroom. She closed her eyes and let the spray cascade over her icy-cold skin, warming the blood that slugged through her veins. Was she going crazy? Had tonight been one big hallucination?

No, there had been someone in her kitchen. In her house. She hadn’t imagined it. She was too in tune with every sound her cottage made. She knew which boards creaked. Knew how the walls groaned when the wind blew too hard. The sounds she’d heard had been an intruder and she’d come awake instantly with the unshakable knowledge that she wasn’t alone.

She stayed in the shower until she was completely waterlogged and sweat beaded her brow from the overwhelming heat. She was completely limber, and warmth had seeped deep to where the cold had captured her in its relentless grip.