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Good. He wanted her to get some sleep.
On the island, his cellphone vibrated, and he glanced at the screen. “It’s a message from Vander.” Sawyer read it and his jaw tightened. “Damn.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The FBI can’t find Reuben. They searched his home, offices, his studio, and other properties. No sign of him.”
“God.” She rested her fisted hand against her chest.
Sawyer circled the island. “It’ll be okay. He can’t hide forever. And now he’s a risk to national security. That means he’s on a lot of people’s radars, and they won’t stop until they find him.”
She nodded, but there was worry on her face.
He pushed her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. “Trust me?”
“You know I do. More than anyone?—”
The lights went out, plunging them into darkness.
“Oh, God,” she said. “What’s happening?”
His hands tightened on her. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a power outage.” His instincts were screaming at him. His eyes adjusted to the city light filtering through the windows.
He wasn’t going to take any chances with Hollis’s life.
He felt around on the island and grabbed his cellphone and SIG. He pressed the phone screen and swore.
“Sawyer?”
“There’s no signal.”
“We’re in the middle of San Francisco. How is that possible?”
“Someone’s jamming it,” he said grimly.
“What?” she gasped.
“Shoes on.”
He pulled Hollis across the room, and she stumbled behind him. He slowed down and steadied her.
“I can’t see a damn thing,” she muttered.
“Don’t worry, I have good night vision.”
Her hand twisted in his T-shirt. “You think I have another hitman coming to kill me?”
“Possibly.”
“That’s justgreat.”
He spun her and kissed her. He waited until her tense muscles relaxed and she melted against him. “Better?”
“Yes.”
“We’re leaving. Do everything I say.”
She nodded. “Okay.”