Storm Clouds. Cheryl Wolverton

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СКАЧАТЬ him up and down. “So you’re one of those Christians too.” She leaned back into the chair and muttered “Just great.”

      Surprised, he sat back. Marcus didn’t mention his sister much. Only that she’d moved, not keeping in touch with him and that he only heard about her occasionally. Things of that sort. “You’re his sister.”

      “We’ve already established that.”

      “What were you doing in that car?”

      She sighed again, definitely in a worse mood than only a moment before—and all because he’d said he was a Christian.

      “Okay. Here’s the quick version. My brother called me yesterday and insisted he needed me over here as soon as possible. It was some national emergency or something. We don’t talk much,” she added acidly. “Anyway, I rushed over here. Instead of him meeting me at the airport, these two goons show up and say my brother has sent them. Obviously, my brother hasn’t taken a hit out on me so he didn’t send them. Which means something must have happened to my brother. I need to get in touch with him as soon as possible.”

      He watched the fluctuating emotions in her eyes and felt for her. Though she sounded angry and sarcastic, there was an underlying edge of worry in her voice and hurt in her eyes.

      Compassion flooded him. “I can get you there. First thing first, however, sweetheart. I think we should get your head examined.”

      She shot him a look.

      He lifted his hands. “What?”

      “That’s not a good way to say that. And I don’t need this small bump examined anyway. I need to see my brother.”

      He frowned. “We’ll need to call the authorities.”

      He could tell she wasn’t thrilled with that idea. “Fine. But we’d better get out of here before those men find us.”

      He nodded. Reaching for the key, he turned it—and nothing happened.

      “What’s the matter?” Angelina asked immediately.

      David shrugged. He turned it again and there was only a low grinding sound. Battery light showed fine, temperature was okay…“We’re out of petrol,” he said and stared at the gauge.

      “You’re kidding!” She scoffed and then leaned forward to peer at the gauges. Impatiently she tapped the glass over the gauge. It definitely registered empty.

      “I just filled up this morning.” He shook his head. “That’s impossible.” He thought about tapping it himself but resisted the urge.

      “Yeah,” the woman muttered and then groaned when her movement caused fresh pain in her right arm.

      He turned the key off and got out of the Jeep. Going around to the side of the vehicle, he reached to open the gas tank and saw the problem.

      “What is it?” Angelina asked lowering her hand from her eyes as the pain eased.

      She knew already, he thought. If she was used to this, she surely knew. She was simply mollifying him. “Petrol tank was shot up. Our petrol is all on the ground—what was left, that is.”

      She sighed. “Figured as much. Well, we can’t stay here.”

      He disagreed, but then thought, if those guys had any brains they would come back looking. He nodded. “Very well. I know the cavern system here. It’s a bit cool, but we can follow this for two kilometers and come up away from here which might give us a safer chance to hitch a ride back on the main road.”

      She shifted and pulled herself out of the Jeep.

      David went around and helped her out. Catching her arms, he steadied her as she lowered her feet to the rocky ground. With concern, he asked, “The question is—can you make it, sweetheart?”

      She glowered at him. “I can make it, but if you call me sweetheart one more time, you just might not.”

      He found himself grinning. “A feisty sheila is better than an unconscious one. Follow me, stay conscious and we’ll be okay.”

      She grunted something under her breath, and his smile widened. Despite the fact that this normal day had turned crazily upside down, he thought he might just enjoy the next hour or two with this woman.

      Chapter Three

      “Thank you.” Angelina nodded to the driver who had given them a ride to her brother’s mission. Evidently, many in the area knew her brother.

      And as she stepped out of the vehicle, she could see why. This was the first town they’d come to since exiting the caves several miles back.

      It stretched on for what seemed like forever. It sure hadn’t been like this years ago. A simple broken-down house had been all that’d existed. The house was still there, repaired and bigger. But along with that were two huge buildings nearby and a yard, a green landscaped yard that covered the entire area. Cemented walkways led off toward some other buildings and then past those were two large structures that reminded her of college dorms. Though not as nice, they were still impressive. She could see horses running in the distance and what looked like a small golf-cart-type vehicle, not in the best of shape, going down a dirt path between two of the far-off structures.

      “Those are men’s and women’s dorms off in the distance. The three buildings over there are teaching rooms and the barns are over there. This is the house Marcus lives in.”

      David Lemming was still with her. Her mouth twisted. “I knew that.”

      He’d asked her why she was here and probed a bit, but when he’d figured out she wasn’t in the mood to talk, he’d left her alone. Obviously, he wasn’t going to leave her, though. Turning, she asked curiously, “Why are you still here?”

      He shrugged. “Marcus is a good friend. It wouldn’t be right for me to leave his little sister to fend for herself.”

      She gaped. Surely, he was kidding. Leave her alone to fend for herself? How sexist. She shook her head. Without a word, she turned on her heel and headed toward the house surrounded by a wooden fence with no real gate. The old-fashioned poles set in an upside down U denoted the entrance to the area.

      It was pretty empty looking. The grass in the front yard and a few small flowerbeds added a touch of homey atmosphere, but there was also a watering trough set next to the house and a makeshift separate structure that provided shade for a parked vehicle. She wondered why, if David had fixed up the rest of the campus, he hadn’t built himself a new house as well.

      The sound of horses in the stables reached her ears. In the distance, she could see students ambling from one of the buildings toward the dorms. Under trees, people young and old rested, chatting, some with books opened or in close discussion.

      This was a mission?

      “Can I help you?”

      Angelina turned her head back toward the house to see a man close to her own age walking forward.

      “I’m Angelina Harding. Who’s in charge?”

      “I’ll СКАЧАТЬ