When Cade brought her to his cabin, he and the other brothers had insisted that she be armed just in case.
Luckily.
Otherwise, she wouldn't stand a chance.
Retrieving the weapon from the lockbox in the nightstand drawer where she’d put it, Becca quickly scooped it up. The gun felt heavy in her hand, wrong. She’d chosen her path in life to help people not to hurt them.
But this was about protecting herself.
No time to be squeamish.
Besides, she’d killed in Cambodia to save herself. If she could do it then, she could do it now, too.
Still clutching her phone, Becca hesitated and then pulled up the contacts list. Connor’s number was in there. Should she call him?
It felt weird, both right and wrong. She’d learned not to rely on him for anything, but this wasn't about them, it was about her not getting herself killed or abducted. The last thing she wanted was to dieorto be used to manipulate Connor and his family. They deserved answers and she didn't want to be part of the reason they didn't get them.
Stupid.
That’s what it would be not to call Connor or one of his brothers.
And if she was going to call one of them it may as well be Connor.
Because he’s the only one who makes you feel truly safe.
Ignoring the whisper in her head, she quickly touched on Connor’s name just as she caught sight of the car she’d spotted coming closer to the house. Ducking down behind the bed, she held the phone to her ear and counted the rings.
“Becca?” Connor’s voice came down the line moments later.
“There’s a car outside the cabin,” she said in a harsh whisper without any preamble. “I can hear it.” If she could hear it then it wasn't just close, it was pretty much right on the other side of the wall.
“Becca—”
“The alarm didn't go off,” she added, hurrying to get all the information she had out before it was too late. “Whoever it is managed to bypass it. They just turned the engine off.”
Her heart hammered so hard in her chest.
Was this how it was going to end?
Would these men hurt her before killing her like the men in Cambodia had been going to do?
If they were, she’d rather kill herself now and not allow them the chance.
“Becca—”
“I have the gun and I'm in the bedroom. I’ll do my best to shoot whoever it is, but if I don’t and they take me I'm sorry, Connor. I wish things had worked out the way we’d always planned.”
“Becca, if you would just let me get a word in,” Connor said in a rush before she could cut him off again and keep rambling.
This time she didn't.
She’d said what she needed to. If these were going to be the last words they exchanged, she wanted him to have his turn, too.
“It’s me. My car. I’m the one outside the cabin, so please don’t shoot,” he said, his voice a mixture of amused and reproached.
“Y-you?” she asked, hardly daring to believe that was true.
“I should have called, but if I asked if I could come and see you I was afraid you’d say no,” Connor explained.