Down to the Wire. Laura Scott

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       TWO

      Tess instinctively wanted to protest, but the somber expression on Declan’s face forced her to bite her tongue. She thought back over the past few months. Pathetic as it sounded, she led a boring, noneventful life. She volunteered at the church, playing piano for the choir, and couldn’t imagine anyone who’d want to hurt her.

      She didn’t have any enemies that she was aware of. In fact, she couldn’t even think of one single thing that she’d done to make anyone angry.

      The thought that someone might have purposefully planted a bomb under her desk made her feel sick. She glanced at Declan, grateful to know she wasn’t alone. Just like ten years ago, she felt safe with him sitting beside her.

      “There isn’t anyone I can think of,” she said finally. “The last guy I dated was the vice principal of Greenland Middle School, but he moved last year to take a principal position down in Missouri. I’m sure Jeff would never do something like this.”

      “What’s his full name?” Declan asked, a frown puckered in his brow.

      She sighed. “Jeff Berg. And I’m telling you, he’s not involved.”

      “How long were you two seeing each other?”

      She grimaced, wondering if this interrogation was really necessary. “A little less than four months. We weren’t engaged or anything. When he told me about the job offer, I was happy for him.”

      “You didn’t want to follow him to Missouri?”

      She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling defensive. Maybe she once had a silly schoolgirl crush on the younger version of Declan, especially after he’d saved her from that disastrous prom date with Steve Gains, but at the moment, she didn’t much like the man he’d become. Declan was all business, determined to get to the bottom of whatever connection he thought she had to the person who’d planted the bomb under her desk. There wasn’t a speck of personalization in his tone.

      In that moment, he reminded her too much of her father. The thought was enough to get her ridiculous schoolgirl emotions back under control.

      “No, I didn’t. Are we finished now? I need to get back to my colleagues.”

      “We sent everyone home...there won’t be any school for the rest of the week,” Declan said bluntly. “But I’d be happy to take you home.”

      “I don’t need a ride, I have my car here.” She pushed open her door and slid out of the seat, determined to get away from Declan’s overwhelming presence and clear her mind.

      She didn’t get very far, because within seconds he’d caught up with her, lightly grasping her arm. “Tess, wait.”

      She stopped and glared at him over her shoulder. “For what?”

      “Just give me a few minutes, okay? Which car is yours?” he asked.

      “The grayish blue Honda Civic parked beneath the large maple tree,” she retorted. “Why? Don’t tell me you think there’s a bomb planted there, too?”

      “I’m going to make sure there isn’t,” Declan answered grimly.

      What? Tess gaped at him in shock. She hadn’t been serious when she made that remark, but it was clear that Declan really believed she was in danger. As upset as she was with him, when he let go of her arm, she missed his warmth.

      Tess folded her arms over her chest, feeling vulnerable and alone as Declan crossed over to talk to Caleb. The two of them jogged across the parking lot to where she’d left her car and dropped to the ground to search underneath it.

      She didn’t want to think that she was the target of some crazy bomber, but it was difficult not to be afraid when Declan so clearly believed she was.

      Maybe Declan was just being overly cautious. She simply couldn’t imagine what she’d done to cause someone to hate her enough to plant a bomb under her desk, risking not only her life but those of her students.

      There had to be some mistake.

      * * *

      “I can’t see much,” Deck muttered, flashing his light across the undercarriage of Tess’s car.

      “The car is too close to the ground,” Caleb agreed. “I can’t even get my head under there, can you?”

      He shook his head. “Nope. I can’t see anything obvious, but we’ll need to get it up on a ramp to be sure.”

      “Yeah, good plan,” Caleb agreed.

      Declan took one last look before he reluctantly rose to his feet. No way was he going to let Tess drive the vehicle until he was certain it was safe. He caught Caleb’s gaze across the hood of her car. “Maybe we should send a team to check out her house, too.”

      His friend lifted an eyebrow. “You really think she’s the target?”

      Declan nodded, unable to explain the niggling sensation that told him he was on the right track. “I do. But I can’t prove it, at least not yet.”

      Caleb let out a low whistle. “Good luck trying to get Griff to buy your theory.”

      “I know.” Declan understood their boss dealt with facts, not feelings. “Although it doesn’t really matter if he believes me, since he’ll expect us to cover all possibilities as we investigate anyway. All I have to do is come up with a plan to keep Tess safe.”

      “Well, good luck with that, too,” Caleb said, flashing him a wry grin.

      Yeah, he already knew Tess wasn’t going to like his idea of forcing her to go underground, but he wasn’t going to accept no for an answer. Not when her life was potentially in danger.

      As he walked closer to Tess, he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from her. Even wearing her business casual teacher’s attire—gray slacks paired with a bright pink sweater—she was more beautiful now than she’d been ten years ago, decked out in her fancy prom dress. Why on earth had that Jeff dude let her go so easily? СКАЧАТЬ