The Bride's Bodyguard. Beth Cornelison

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      Paige drew back with a gasp as if slapped. The wounded look in her eyes burrowed to his marrow.

      “I’m sorry.” He ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “That was uncalled for.” Jake squeezed her shoulder and drilled her with a stare that brooked no resistance. “I don’t like the idea of breaking the law any more than you do, but this house is the safest cover we have right now. We’re not here to rob it or deface it. In fact, we’ll leave it better than we found it. We’ll clean up the yard before we go, so it doesn’t scream ‘vacant’ anymore.”

      With a last wiggle of his blade, the lock popped, and the door swung open. “After you.”

      Paige hesitated, glaring at him with righteous indignation. “This isn’t right. We could go to a hotel.”

      Jake struggled to keep his cool. “Nothing about this situation is right. But we can’t fix anything if we’re dead and, for now, this house is our best chance to stay alive. By now, those thugs have every hotel within a hundred miles under surveillance or on their radar in some way. I’m not willing to risk being spotted at a hotel.” He planted a hand at the small of her back and nudged her inside. “Now get in before the neighbors see us and call the cops.”

      Pressing her lips in a tight line of discontent, Paige stamped into the house. When she reached for the light switch, he caught her hand.

      “A vacant house wouldn’t have lights on. We can’t give any indication we’re here.”

      Beneath his fingers, her pulse fluttered at her wrist. Her gaze clashed with his, and he felt an answering kick of adrenaline in his veins. The anger sparking in her eyes and flushing her cheeks made her even more beautiful. He suppressed the urge to plow his fingers through the thick tresses of raven hair swirling around her shoulders.

      “So we’re just supposed to sit here in the dark?” She turned her attention to the empty room, then back to him. “There isn’t even any furniture.”

      “Sorry, princess. Five-star accommodations aren’t always possible when you’re on the run.”

      “Stop calling me princess like that,” she said through gritted teeth.

      He arched an eyebrow, more amused by her temper than put off by it. “Like what?”

      “Like you think I’m some pampered diva.”

      “Aren’t you?”

      She growled and snatched her wrist from his grip. “Can I at least use my cell phone to call my family and make sure they’re safe? Let them know I’m all right?”

      Jake rolled the tension from his shoulders, knowing how his answer wouldn’t be received. “No. Cell phones can be tracked. In fact…give me your phone. We have to get rid of it.”

      Paige sputtered, her eyes wide. “Get rid—But all my contacts are on—”

      He seized her shoulders and gave her a gentle shake. “Listen to me, and listen good. You saw what those men were capable of. This is no game. I can keep you alive and help you figure out what is going on, what you have that they want, but you have to trust me. You have to do what I tell you without question. All right? ”

      She opened her mouth, but immediately snapped it shut again. Fear and defeat crossed her face, and her muscles slackened beneath his hands. When she nodded her understanding, instead of feeling he’d won her cooperation, he felt a sense of loss.

      “Where’s your phone?”

      She pointed to the floral suitcase. “In my purse. I packed it for safekeeping during the ceremony and reception.”

      He lay the suitcase flat on the floor and opened it. He handed her the handbag that had been tucked in one corner, and Paige fished her cell phone out. With an irritated huff, she handed the phone to him. He tucked the phone in his pocket and strode to the empty living room. After glancing out the front window, he lowered the blinds. “I’m going back out to get us a few things for tonight. Clothes for me. Food. Cash for later. I’ll pick up a prepaid phone while I’m out, and you can use it to call your family. Okay?”

      “Aren’t you afraid you’ll be seen?”

      He scoffed. “Give me some credit. I’m a SEAL. I know how to avoid being spotted.”

      Paige wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her bare elbows, despite the stuffy heat inside the house. “What am I supposed to do?”

      “Stay out of sight. And try to think what you have, what Scofield might have given you or hidden in your suitcase that terrorists would want. Make a list of everything he’s given you in the last few months. We have to figure out what the hell this bead is.”

      Paige stared at him, looking dazed, overwhelmed.

      He crossed the room to her and cradled her chin in his palm. “Hey. You all right?”

      “Guess I have to be. Don’t have much choice.” Ducking her head, she muttered, “As usual.”

      Jake frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      She shook her head. “Never mind. You go do what you have to.”

      He lingered another moment, debating whether he should press the issue, deciding whether he should insist she go with him. In the end, he decided he could move faster and more discreetly without her in tow. She’d be safer here, stashed in the vacant house until he got back. But, just in case, he pulled his pistol out from under his shirt at the small of his back and wrapped her hand around it. “Keep this with you. Only put your finger on the trigger if you intend to fire.”

      The color drained from her face. “I can’t… I’ve never—”

      “Just aim, two hands, and squeeze the trigger.” He tweaked her chin and lifted a corner of his mouth in a grin intended to calm her. “Just be sure before you fire that it’s not me coming back from my supply run. Got it?”

      She gaped at the pistol as if it were a venomous snake and hurriedly set it on the kitchen counter.

      He headed out the back door they’d come in through, brushing aside the small curtain on a side window to look out first and check for neighbors who might see him leaving.

      “Jake?” she called, stopping him.

      He faced her. “Yeah?”

      She hesitated, her expression puzzled and her gaze fixed on the ring on her left hand. “Never mind. It will keep.”

      “What is it, Paige? Tell me.”

      She sighed. “Well, I was just wondering… Am I married… or not?”

       Chapter 3

      Paige thumbed the elaborate ring Brent had insisted she have, and nausea swirled in her belly. “I mean, we said our vows, but I never finished giving Brent his ring, and the minister never declared us man and wife.”

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