Jake: That doesn’t take all day.

Me: If you want to know information, you need to ask Raize— We went to shoot guns, then ate. That’s all.

I waited.

It took a minute before I got his response.

Jake: You guys bond over shooting or something?

Me: No. Why?

Jake: You seem different around each other.

Me: Stop digging.

Jake: That’s what I’m doing? I thought I was just having a conversation with you.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to answer with.

Jake must not have either.

Jake: Where are you?

Three hours later, I was wondering the same thing about the guys and Raize. I’d gone to the bathroom and done a few laps in the room, but I was going stir crazy. I wasn’t used to sitting this long anymore, and I hadn’t brought a book with me.

I sent Raize a text before replying to Jake.

Me: Jake is asking where I am.

He didn’t reply, so I didn’t say anything.

Two hours later, my neck was cramping and my stomach growled.

Raize told me to stay and watch the rooms, so I had. But I wanted to leave. I was thirsty, and I wasn’t sure if the water from the sink was drinkable.

I texted Raize.

Me: I need to go to the vending machine for water.

He didn’t reply.

I never went to the vending machine.

When I woke sometime later, I had a dizzy head and stomach cramps.

Scooting off the bed, I made it to the bathroom. What time was it?

Checking my phone, it was after midnight. 12:48.

My head was still swimming, so I double-checked the doors. Both were locked, and then climbed back onto the bed. This time, I snagged one of the motel’s blankets and pulled it over me.

I didn’t know why I was cold, but I was shivering.

I went back to sleep.

A door slammed, and I jolted upright, gasping.

The room was completely dark.

I started to lie back, but there was a tingling at the back of my neck.

I wasn’t alone in the room.

I screamed as a shadow darted forward. A hand slammed over my mouth. “It’s me. Raize. Stop.”

I ceased, gulping in relieved breaths. I didn’t want to think about who might’ve come in.

A second later, when I relaxed, he pulled his hand away. “I have water and food for you,” he whispered. “Can you sit up?”

I nodded. I’d gone days before without food and water. But I was still a little light-headed. He kept his hand on my elbow as he gave me the water bottle. A sandwich was next, but I wasn’t sure I could swallow that. I pushed it away, pulling my elbow free, and drank the entire bottle before speaking.

“I’m fine. Just needed this.”

I couldn’t see him in the dark. There was no light from outside, nothing from the motel room—no alarm clock or light from the connected room, though I could hear the guys walking around in there.

I wanted to ask what they’d done, but I could smell sulfur and sweat on Raize. I didn’t want to know who’d been on the other end.

A different thought came to me. “You didn’t blow up that building, did you?”

He tensed before relaxing, a slight chuckle coming from him. This time it sounded nice to me, sliding down my back in a soothing way.

“No. It’s on your list, not mine.”

I grunted. “Good.”

“You want to stay here?”

“You mean sleep on a bed?”

“Better than a sleeping bag.”

“Won’t Cavers get suspicious?”

“I can go back, tell him I have you on a stakeout.”

“He’ll still get suspicious. I wouldn’t want to stay if you weren’t here. Those guys are scary.”

“They won’t do anything. The door is locked.”

“Right.” I mocked him, not caring. “Because I’m sure that’ll stop them.”

He chuckled again. Why did that make my insides warm as well?

“They won’t harm you. I know them.”

“I don’t, and that doesn’t make me feel better.” I nudged him back and stood. “Let’s go back.”

I moved around him, heading to the bathroom. When I came out, he had the outside door propped open. Finally, light. A small ray from the streetlight was shining.

I walked past him, and he let the door go.

I started for the truck, but he made a sound, indicating the car Jake and I had driven a few days ago. I got in. That had only been three days ago? It seemed like a lifetime.

“How long do you think we’ll be down here?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“If we do this, and get everything set up, you think your boss will install you down here permanently?”

Raize glanced over. “Why are you asking that?” His voice was rough, the edge was back.

“I’m wondering if it’s worth it to ask for mattresses at the house.”

I could literally see him relax, one muscle at a time. “It’s not. We’ll be transferring locations soon.”

Oh.

Dammit.

That bed felt nice.

A little while later, he pulled into the driveway at the house. When I started to get out, he stopped me. “Wait.”

I sat back.

He reached over into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

I gave him a glare. “You could’ve just asked.”

“This was easier, less of a fight.” He was already going through it, and when he paused, I knew he was reading the texts from Jake. His jaw clenched, and he hit a button before he handed the phone back to me. He’d deleted all the text messages, including the one to him. “I’m going to get you a new phone.”

I started to protest, but then shrugged. “He’ll need to have my number if we need to get ahold of each other for any reason.”

“I’m aware, thank you.” Still biting.

I ignored that.

“He’s pushing you, and I don’t like it. He shouldn’t be pushing.”

“He wants to get to know me.”

“He shouldn’t.”

I could feel the glare coming from him, even though it was dark. A few shadows played over his face, and I could see his lips, his chin. He had a nice jawline. It was making me feel restless again.

What was wrong with me? Raize had killed a guy simply because he talked back when he shouldn’t have. Actually, that wasn’t altogether true. He’d asked me if the henchman would be a problem. The answer was yes. That’s why he’d shot him.

How could I be this restless again? Twice in one day? I’d lost my mind. That was the only explanation.

As if reading my mind, Raize asked, “You okay now?”

“About Jake or…?”

“You need to get off again?”

I inhaled a sharp breath. It was like he was asking if I needed a hit of coke or something. So casual.

“I’m fine,” I clipped out.

“Good. Stop being nice to Jake. I need to see if he’ll stop pushing you.”

I’d been about to ask what it would mean if Jake didn’t stop pushing, but then I thought about it. I didn’t want to know.