Page 101 of The Savior

Both he and Chance hazarded a quick look around, but neither sourced her unease.

Her foot tapped.

The fidgeting unsettled him. “Chelsea?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Liam covered her bouncing knee with his hand and stilled it. “What is it?”

“I feel like…” Her lips tightened. “We’re being watched.”

Was that a possibility? Sorenson? Liam peppered her with casual questions to hone-in on her concern and avoid giving away what he wondered, but she couldn’t nail anything other than a vibe.

“Just a strange feeling,” she finally said and stopped fidgeting.

Strange feelings were gut punches of instinct. Liam did another once-over as Chelsea gathered the trash from the table. The last time he’d had a bad feeling, all hell broke loose on the Metro. “Guess that means it’s time to roll.”

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