Wyoming Cowboy Marine. Nicole Helm

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      But then Cameron stepped into the room. “Someone’s out there.”

      He was warning her. She didn’t know what to do with that so she glanced back at the screen where she saw the two men slowly inching their way toward the cabin.

      “They see you?” she asked quietly.

      “I don’t think so. I heard them more than anything. I thought it could be your father, but two people seemed ominous.”

      She pointed to the screen. “Friends of yours?”

      He frowned at the two men on the video, studying them closely. He shook his head. “I know most everyone in Bent, or I did. Those two don’t look familiar. They’re armed, though.”

      Again Hilly nodded sharply. In all their years here, in all Dad’s excessive surveillance, they’d never had unwanted visitors that Hilly knew of. She knew he had his reasons for being careful, and she’d never questioned them...to his face.

      “You don’t know them?” Cam asked gently.

      I don’t know anyone. But she didn’t say that out loud. She studied their faces, trying to find some detail that would give her an idea of what they were after. “Maybe my father sent them. To get me a message.”

      “I don’t know that messengers would carry Glocks, or sneak around the woods outside your cabin.”

      “You did.”

      “I didn’t sneak, per se.”

      She spared him a glance, but when he only smiled at her, she quickly turned her gaze back to the screen.

      Free started to growl, low in her throat, as if she sensed or heard the approach. “Easy,” Hilly murmured.

      “What are you going to do?”

      “We’re going to wait. And watch.” She glanced around the room. The cabin only had two windows. One here, facing the west, and one in the front facing the east. “Go close the curtains in the front for me,” she ordered. “Lock the door.”

      “Already locked,” he said, even now on his way out front to close the curtains. She watched the screen with growing alarm as the two men conferred about something, and then split up.

      Cam returned and Hilly couldn’t think about how much her world had changed in just a few hours. Being in her father’s room, with a man, two other men sneaking around her cabin.

      “You might want to get one of those firearms you’re so free and easy with,” Cam said grimly. “I don’t think a locked door is going to keep those two out.”

      Hilly broke her gaze from the monitors. She quickly moved through the cabin, gathering the rifle and the revolver, before she returned to Dad’s room and Cameron.

      A strange man in her father’s room. She couldn’t fathom it even as it was happening. “I also have shotguns,” she said.

      He nodded. “Get them.”

      After a brief hesitation, she handed him the revolver and the rifle before she strode to her father’s closet. She knew his shotguns were in a hidden compartment at the back of it, though she didn’t think her father knew that she knew that.

      But he wasn’t here, and she was in danger. She turned to study Cam. Was she really going to trust this stranger?

      When she heard a rattle at the door, she knew she didn’t have a choice.

       Chapter Four

      Cam studied the unfamiliar guns. He had experience with a wide variety of weapons, so he’d figure them out no problem, but it was still strange to hold another man’s—or woman’s—weapon.

      “Shells?” he asked.

      “Everything is loaded.”

      He raised an eyebrow at her as the rattling on the door became more pronounced. He had certainly walked into something, and completely unprepared at that. It wasn’t a particularly good feeling, but he wouldn’t let that show. He was a former Marine. He knew how to handle a few surprises.

      “Who would be after you?” he asked, shoving the revolver in the waistband of his pants much as she had, and testing the weight of the unfamiliar rifle.

      “No one,” she said flatly.

      He gestured to all the security monitors. “People with this kind of security, loaded guns and refusal to give their names aren’t usually innocent bystanders.”

      He watched her expression change as he spoke. A kind of confusion as if she’d never considered how over the top the cabin’s protections were. But then those eyes trained on him, determined all over again. “But you’re inside with me, instead of out there with them.”

      She didn’t seem scared exactly, but she did seem concerned and puzzled. If she had a clue what her father’s dealings were—whatever they were—she would have more fear than confusion. She also wouldn’t have gone to the police and she certainly wouldn’t be letting him be in here with her. Not when she was clearly capable of shooting someone.

      “What could they want?”

      “I don’t know.” She shook her head and scowled, reaching behind the monitors and turning them off. She grabbed a tarp-looking thing off the floor and threw it across the screens. “We’ll hide for now.”

      “Hide?”

      “Well, I’m not going to shoot them.”

      “You shot me.”

      “Accidentally,” she said, striding into the closet again. She ordered the dog to come and it obeyed. Then she looked expectantly at him.

      “What do we accomplish if we hide?”

      “Maybe we hear something they say. Maybe they take something and we know what. Maybe—”

      A cracking sound echoed through the cabin, as though the people outside had broken something on the door. Cam quickly grabbed his phone out of his pocket and brought up the voice-recording app. He placed the phone on the floor, under the desk.

      It wouldn’t pick up anything unless someone came into this room and talked, but it was worth a shot. He heard the slow creak of a door opening and slid into the closet with the woman and the dog.

      She pulled the door closed. It was a small closet, but it was obvious a lot of the space was taken up by a false wall and the array of weapons the woman was now covering up with some kind of panel that fit perfectly into the opening.

      Cam was having a harder and harder time believing she was some innocent bystander. Who lived in a shack СКАЧАТЬ