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His jaw ticked, but seconds later he turned to his friend guarding his sister. "Conner..."
Conner waved him off and stared at his sister. "I'll keep Olivia safe. Go."
Everything was in order. He placed his hand on her back and asked, "Ready, Megan?"
Without a word, he guided Megan through the door, with security. In silence they made their way to the parking garage. "Where are we going?"
She must be scared. He winked at her. "Home, to check on your cat."
The moment he opened her door, she said, "Gabe, I swear I saw him."
"I believe you." He closed her door and hopped into the driver’s side. He started the engine. "The bigger question was why was he at the hospital."
She placed her bag on the floor. "I don't know."
He glanced at it one more time. "Has he ever used your phone?"
"My cell phone?" She reached inside her bag and fished it out. As she stared at it, she bit her front lip lightly. "I think he did at Mom's funeral."
He reached out and took it from her. "I'm going to trash your phone and we'll buy you another."
Without more explanation, he opened the car door, placed it under the tire, closed his door and reversed. The crack of electronics rang in the air. "You ran it over."
He opened his door and confirmed he’d smashed it into shards. Done, he closed the door and drove off, "I think he installed a tracker."
She glanced backward. "If he's following me then he knows we are in the parking lot."
"Buckle up." He sped faster.
If Maddox had a tracker in her phone, he’d already know he'd take her home, but starting now, Maddox would have no idea of his next move.
Chapter 6
"Is Anakin here?" Megan asked at the same time Gabe opened the front door to his palace of a home. She left his side and searched the house. Near the door and the closet, she spotted a litter box. The moment she came to the kitchen, she saw a stainless-steel tray with cat food. Her cat should be here, somewhere.
"He should be," Gabe called out as he went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She continued to search and opened her bedroom door. Anakin was nowhere to be found.
The day she took the cat home, he stayed hidden for three days until he figured out his surroundings. He was a stay-at-home type.
She pressed her lips together and stood in the hall. A fraction of a second later, she saw how his door was slightly opened. It must be the master bedroom. She called out, "Gabe."
"Yeah?" He came around the corner holding a glass of water.
She pointed to the door that she didn't dare cross. "Is that your room?"
He gulped his water, briefly disappeared from view, and finally returned to the hallway without the glass. The moment he opened the door, she held still. His eyes widened and his pupils grew smaller. "He's on my pillow."
Anakin was there. She breathed and finally dared to pop her head in for a second. While her gaze adjusted to the dark room, she saw her cat was fast asleep on his white sheets. With her lips pressed together, she turned and stared at Gabe as she gripped the door frame. "He's just a cat."
The second he shrugged, she relaxed. "Let's get a beer, relax and I'll figure out how to wrestle my pillow back."
Once he returned to stand near her, she pressed her hand on his wrist. "Thank you for letting my cat stay with us. There are many people who hate cats."
He winked and watched her. Her face must be red, but he kept his lips closed and led her into the kitchen. Near the island, he let her go, and went toward the food. She stayed near the counter. "I never had one, but the rumor about women with cats permeates our culture."
The tiles were cold under her tired soles. She slipped a foot out of her shoe and let it curl higher on her other leg. "Then maybe you can kiss me and judge for yourself whether I fit the profile?"
The door to the refrigerator closed. He came closer and his finger brushed against her cheeks. "Are you sure?"
