“It can be,” Peak said.
“Peak—”
“Nobody in the club knows my security systems. Nobody has access to the cameras but me.”
“Your family home is probably the first place they’ll look.”
“Which is why we won’t go there immediately.”
She studied him. “You’ve thought about this.”
“Since Captain mentioned moving us.”
“You said ‘come to my house’ as though you meant longer than one night.” He had, but he knew that admitting that might scare the hell out of her. Lying would be easier, but he wasn’t interested in easy.
“I did,” he whispered.
Maeve slowly pulled her hand from his. The loss of contact bothered him more than it should have. “I can’t make plans like that.”
“I’m not asking you to move in with me, honey,” he said.
“It sounded like you were getting close to doing that,” she said.
“I’m asking you to stop living out of bags and motels while we search for your sister.”
“That could take months.”
“Then it takes months.”
“You can’t put your life on hold for me.”
Peak sat up. “My life was repairing bikes, avoiding Captain, and spending most nights alone in a house with eight bedrooms.”
“That doesn’t mean—”
“I’m not putting my life on hold.” He held her gaze. “I’m choosing what to do with it.”
Maeve stared at him for a long moment. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“You don’t have to answer today.” She looked relieved. He made a mental note to give her time, but not too much. Maeve would use endless time as an excuse to run.
A soft buzzing came from the nightstand, and both of them froze. It was the burner phone. Peak reached for it, instantly alert, and the screen showed no caller identification. Only a text message.
DO NOT GO TO THE COORDINATES THAT CAPTAIN SENT
Maeve moved closer. “Who sent that?”
“No number,” he said.
“That isn’t possible,” she breathed.
“It is if they spoofed the sender.” Another message appeared.
THE LOCATION IS COMPROMISED
Peak’s thumb hovered over the screen. Maeve took the phone from him and inspected the message details. “Can you trace it?” he asked.
“Not from the phone,” he said.