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"Good to know." I push him one more time. "Now go to work." I laugh when he shakes his head, but since he does as I ask, I don't say anything more.
Instead, I go about my morning routine and get a snack ready for Everly while she watches her favorite TV show.
I know what you're thinking, a snack even though she just had breakfast?
Well, let me tell you, this girl can eat. And I don't just mean picking on something here and there. I mean full-blown eats multiple meals a day. Which is why her second breakfast of the day is usually fruit. More specifically today, strawberries.
I finish getting them cut up and on a plate when there's a knock on the door. I roll my eyes. It would be just like my brother or one of his friends to come check up on us. Heck, Ang probably called after I kicked him out and hinted we were alone at home, triggering a landslide of overbearing brutes in action. Typical.
"Coming!" I holler when whoever is on the other side of the door bangs again.
I'm just about to unlock it when I remember that I need to check the peephole first. If I don't, it’ll be the first thing I hear about when I open the door. There are a lot of things I can handle, but a lecture this early in the day isn't one of them.
I rise up on my tippy-toes and check to see which one of the guys Owen sent over. And thank my lucky stars for peepholes. Because it's not Owen or any of his friends on the other side.
"Open the fuck up, Grace. I know you're in there. You never stopped sharing your location with your old boss," Jeremy screams from his spot on the porch.
Idiot! Owen was always yelling at me not to share my location with anyone but I never listened. Always thought I knew better.
So stupid!
I smack the silent alarm on the security panel before rushing into the living room and scooping Everly up with a squeak.
"Time for hide-and-seek," I tell her as I race up the stairs and straight into the master bedroom.
Locking the bedroom door, I place Everly on the bed and look around at my options. "How about you hide in the bathroom while I count?" I say in hopes that this is the one time she won't argue with me.
No such luck.
She pounds her little fist on the bed and scowls. "Everly count."
With no time to argue, I readily agree.
"You can count in the bathroom and I'll hide out here. Go count to twenty," I tell her knowing she usually messes up around twelve and will restart at least once, if not twice. Hopefully that’ll give whoever is closest time to get here and deal with Jeremy.
Hopefully.
Chapter Thirty-Two
ANGELO
I just get into the pub and start talking to my foreman when my phone squeals from my pocket. I don't recognize the sound as something I have ever heard come from my phone. "Give me a minute," I tell my foreman as I walk away and pull it out of my pocket.
The two words flashing across the screen stop my heart from beating for a second.
Silent Alarm.
"Shit!" I scream, and then take off at a dead run, completely ignoring my foreman's concerned questions behind me.
I had forgotten all about the app Lex put on my phone that's connected to the security system at the house. One of the features is a silent alarm. As soon as the button is pressed inside the house, anyone who is connected to the system is alerted.
I knew I should've stayed home. The bad feeling I had only got worse the farther away I got from the house, until it was screaming at me when I entered the pub.
I pray I can make it home in time.
Jumping into my SUV, I peel out of the parking spot and race down Main Street doing a solid fifty miles an hour, heading back the way I just came. I pull up just in time to see the sheriff wrestling on the ground with a man I can only assume is Jeremy.
Before I can hop out of the vehicle, I catch Owen out of the corner of my eye, charging into the fray. I get out right as they’re slapping the cuffs on the guy and hauling him to his feet.
