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“Less than a minute. Which is why you could have easily waited in bed for me.”
“And miss out on all this fun?” she teased, making him huff, a sound that could have been a chuckle or just an expression of annoyance, she wasn't sure which.
Just as Josiah was pocketing the small USB and shutting off the computer, Chelsea’s head whipped around. That sounded like …
“Footsteps,” she said, spinning to face Josiah. Whoever was out there might not open the door to check the room, but then again, maybe they would.
“Hide,” he said.
“Where?” The only place in the office where they could possibly hide was under the desk, and that was like the equivalent of hiding under the bed, it would be the first place anyone looked for them.
He didn't argue with her, just rounded the desk, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back with him, shoving her down and under the heavy wooden desktop, then joined her.
They huddled together, and Chelsea held her breath, praying whoever was out there just kept on walking by. But then sheheard the door handle rattle. A moment later, the door swung open and light swept across the room.
Chapter
Fourteen
May 17th
12:57 A.M.
His worst fears were coming true.
He should have insisted that Chelsea remain in their room.
As the beam of light danced across Dr. Gant’s office, Josiah knew he should have gone with his gut, which was to take Chelsea into their bathroom, which was less likely to have a camera in it, then tie her to the bath, and leave her there. That way if he was caught, he could have pretended Chelsea was ill and he was looking for some painkillers or something.
Even if she’d hated him for it, at least she wouldn't be here right now.
If they were caught like this, hiding under a desk, there would be no logical way to explain their presence in the doctor’s office. They’d be found out and quickly find themselves tied to hospital beds awaiting tests and then organ removals.
Josiah’s finger hovered above the tracking device.
Worst comes to worst, he’d activate it.
It was too early, they hadn't had a chance to find out if Desiree Tilly was here, but at least he’d uploaded the virus so that Prey could gain control of Dr. Gant’s computer. Given it was kept here at a secure location, he doubted the man would be as careful with it as he would with whatever computer he used at the clinic.
Beside him, Chelsea was holding her breath, her body rigid, and he saw she also had her finger poised above the tracker. At least they were on the same page about that.
“Damn doctor, how many times have I told him to check his damn office door is locked?” a deep male voice muttered.
Then the light disappeared, and a moment later, the sound of the door closing and locking seemed to echo through the small space.
Safe.
By some miracle the guard hadn't searched the office.
Thank goodness for Dr. Gant’s inability to remember to lock his own office. If it wasn't for that, the guard would have known something was wrong and come looking to see what. Under the desk would be the first place the man would have looked, and it would have been all over for them.
“Breathe, Chels,” he ordered as he grabbed her hand and dragged her out along with him.
“We almost got caught,” she said on a shuddering breath.
Anger surged inside him. Mostly, it was a shield for his fear, but he was so angry with Chelsea for putting her life on the line when she didn't have to that he could barely look at her.
Since here and now was not the time or the place to let loose, he kept his hold on her hand and pulled her along with him to the door. After waiting a full couple of minutes so he was confident the guard had well and truly continued with his route, Josiah eased open the door.
