Snowed In. Cassie Miles

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      Blake stood in the center of the large living room. His face was a mask of chiseled determination. His blue eyes narrowed, and he did not look happy to see her. “What are you doing here?”

      “I thought you might need backup.”

      “Exactly how are you going to help?”

      She went to the small supply closet behind the sign-in desk, opened the door and found a baseball bat—a security measure she kept in case of troublemakers and had never had occasion to use until now. “I’m armed.”

      “Okay, slugger, follow me and stay close. Turn on lights as we go.”

      Watching his back, she trailed him through the dining room into the kitchen and the adjoining mudroom, where the outer door was safely locked. She took it upon herself to peek into the large pantry and the walk-in refrigeration unit, even though she couldn’t imagine anyone hiding in there.

      “Look for open or broken windows,” he said. “There are only two other doors down here, correct?”

      “One at the end of each hallway.”

      To the right, there were four bedroom suites, including her private area. Each had a king-size bed and private bathroom. Blake’s vigilance was unflagging as he entered each separate room and searched with his Berretta held at the ready. His single-minded focus reminded her that this was more than a tour of her B and B.

      She and Emily had been fired upon. They’d gone over the edge of the cliff to escape. Clearly, the guys in ski masks weren’t with BOOM. Who were they? Why had they threatened her and Emily? They had to be after something. But what? She had the feeling that Blake knew more than he was saying, and she needed to get some answers from him.

      When he bent down to examine the lock on a side door that opened onto a deck, she asked, “What are you looking for?”

      “This door doesn’t work on the keypad system.”

      “Only the front door,” she said. “I lock the others at night. There’s a set of keys in my room and another set in the front desk.”

      “I’ll need copies of those keys,” he said.

      Before she could ask why, he was striding down the hallway, and she had to run to catch up. At the other end of the B and B was a reading room with computer hookups that linked into a landline phone system. Wi-Fi was unreliable at the B and B, as were cell phones. Opposite the reading room was a game room. At the far end was the largest bedroom suite with an attached parlor.

      After they’d checked the final door, she rested the baseball bat on her shoulder and asked, “Is it safe to bring Emily inside?”

      He nodded. “It doesn’t look like there’s been a break-in. Just to be safe, I’ll go upstairs. How many bedrooms are up on the second floor?”

      “Eight,” she said, “four single and four double. And the third floor is an open dormitory with twelve single beds. It’s mostly used by scout troops and nature groups.”

      “What’s your total capacity?”

      “I’ve handled forty, but that’s really too many.” She didn’t want to get sidetracked by a discussion of the B and B. “I have a couple of questions.”

      “Go ahead.”

      When he pulled off his cap, his dark brown hair fell over his forehead. Stubble outlined his chin, and she knew his look wasn’t meant as a fashion statement; he just hadn’t had time to shave. He was undeniably handsome but distant. His eyes were cool as glass.

      As he gazed at her, Sarah realized she was still wearing her practical but unflattering wool knit cap with the earflaps. She must look like an idiot with her cap and her snow pants and her baseball bat. She yanked the cap off and made an attempt to fluff her hair. She unzipped her parka. Big mistake. Underneath, she was wearing flannel pajamas with puffy clouds and naked cherubs.

      He raised an eyebrow. “Your questions.”

      “Right,” she said. “Back at the clearing, how did you stop those guys?”

      “They weren’t expecting resistance, and I got the drop on them. I wounded two of them, shot one in the arm and the other in the leg.” He shrugged as though that was nothing. “It’s unfortunate they got away.”

      “Who were they? What did they want from us?”

      He shook his head. “I’m not sure.”

      “If you had to take a guess, what would you—”

      “Waste of time.”

      She tried a different tactic. “When I wanted to call the sheriff, you said it was covered. Did you talk to him before?”

      “Thanks for the reminder.” He took out his cell phone and punched in a number as he went down the hall toward the front door.

      Sarah had no choice but to jog behind him. His big, tough ranger routine was wearing thin. She was tempted to tap him on the head with her Louisville Slugger. “Who are you calling?”

      “I contacted Deputy David Kovak as soon as I arrived.”

      “He’s a good man.”

      “You know him?”

      “A little.”

      “Didn’t think I’d need his assistance tonight, but I guess I was wrong.”

      While Blake had a terse conversation with the deputy and told him to come to the B and B, she planted herself on the staircase so he couldn’t dash upstairs without talking to her first. As soon as he ended the call, she demanded, “You need to be honest with me. What’s going on?”

      “What time does Jeremy get in tomorrow?”

      “Not until after noon. He’s coming from D.C. with his father.”

      “And Emily’s father?”

      “The senator doesn’t arrive until the day after tomorrow,” she said.

      Blake smirked. “When the two of them meet, all hell is going to break loose.”

      “Maybe it already has,” she said. “Is what happened tonight related to the general or the senator?”

      “Both men have enemies.”

      He came toward the staircase. Though she was standing on the second step, she was only a few inches taller than he was. His composure was truly disconcerting.

      “What do you mean?” she asked. “What kind of enemies?”

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