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Mac smiled up at him. “Perfect.”
“Sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s time to go back to the hospital.”
Mac burrowed against him, his steady heartbeat lulling her back into that warm haze. Tonight’s events had definitely changed her future. She just hoped they’d figure everything out in time to enjoy it.
Chapter Twelve
Foster bolted upright, taking Mac with him as his alarm app echoed through the room, his cell dancing across the nightstand. He reached for it, blinking away his blurry vision as he stared at the screen — back door.
Mac mumbled something that sounded like, “What the hell,” before staring up at him. It only took one glance before she was rolling off the other side — meeting him at the foot of the bed. She moved with him to the door, cursing under her breath when his phone blew up with a series of chirps before going eerily silent. “Where?”
He huffed as he shoved his cell into one of his front pockets. “It started with the back door followed by a bunch of motion sensors activating before it cut off.”
“Kash and the others?”
He placed his ear against the door, straining to hear even a hint of movement. “It’s not even seven. That’s a bit early for Chase and Zain to be discharged, and I’d like to think they’d shoot me a text, first, to let me know it was them, but…”
He wouldn’t count on it being his teammates. Not after the night they’d had. And with only a hint of light beyond the windows, it could be that same asshole hoping he’d caught them sleeping.
Mac waved her fingers at him. “I need a weapon.”
Foster grunted then motioned toward the bed. “There’s a spare twenty-two duct-taped to the bottom side of the boxspring at the end of the bed.”
“Of course there is.” She darted over and bent low, ripping the gun free. “Do I want to know why it’s taped under the bed?”
“In case I ever had to hide under there.”
She shook her head as she moved in beside him, again. “You’re not the type of guy who’d ever hide. But even if you wanted to, you’re too big to fit under the damn bed and no one hides there. It’s the first place anyone checks.”
“Which is why there’s a freaking gun taped to the bed frame.” He froze when the floor creaked outside. Not much noise, and definitely something most would chalk up to the quirks of a century-old house. But he knew the sound of a footfall anywhere.
He motioned to the other side of the door, then shuffled over, staying far enough back he wouldn’t be instantly visible if the door opened. Mackenzie held her ground, looking far too comfortable with his Beretta as they stood there, waiting.
Foster was just starting to think he’d been wrong when the door swung open, a dark silhouette stepping through. He moved forward, but Mac already had her gun at the guy’s head.
“Give me a reason, asshole.”
The guy froze as her voice sounded through the room, the tension thickening the air. There was nothing but silence for a few moments before the guy tsked.
He glanced behind him at Mac before meeting Foster’s gaze. “Was it something I said?”
Mac inhaled then grunted. “Chase? Seriously?” She gave his buddy a light shove, shaking her head as she took a few deep breaths. “I could have shot you.”
He simply shrugged. “I would have countered if I’d thought you were actually going to fire.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re pretty cocky for a guy whose brains were in my crosshairs a second ago. No one’s that fast.”
Chase grinned. “I’m glad we don’t have to put that theory to the test. You two sleep well?”
Foster walked over, staring Chase down. “Why aren’t you still in the hospital?”
“Because they’re loud and uncomfortable and smell like lemon-scented death.”
“And yet, it’s where you’re supposed to be when you’ve separated your shoulder among other things.”
Chase blew off the comment. “I’ve been hurt worse rock climbing with Zain. Besides, Keaton called Kash thirty minutes ago and said he and his buddy Dawson would have that intel you wanted within the hour, so we came back.”
“Why did my cousin call Kash?”