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It did. Toward the mountain, so whoever was up there decided to take off as soon as support arrived.
Moving closer to the tower, he saw remnants of the explosive they used. It was similar to the one they’d used yesterday. Pieces of the piping they’d stolen from the construction site previously, filled with screws, nuts and bolts and an accelerant added. Except now they were launching them.
Tate and Henry neared him. “Are you alright?” Tate asked.
“Yeah. Whoever launched the explosives also took a shot at me.”
He toed the ground where the bullet hit and saw a fragment of the shell casing in the dirt. He bent and picked it up.
“Looks like a 28mm rifle bullet.”
Tate looked up into the brush then to the ground. He took a deep breath. “Was that meant for you or was he just firing?”
Aidyn looked at his friend. “I think it was meant for me. I was standing right here.” He moved to the spot where he’d been. “I jumped back to the containers and took cover.”
Tate nodded.
Henry looked around at the tower with Spencer, assessing everything that had been damaged.
He took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. His body began shaking slightly, the rush of adrenaline leaving as fast as it rushed in. Tate slapped him on the shoulder. “Take off, Aid. I’ve got this for tonight.”
“I’m alright.”
“No. Get your head on straight. Drink some water, maybe work out a bit to release the adrenaline. Between Henry and me, we’ve got you covered.”
He took a deep breath. “Okay.”
Long strides to his truck helped him to metabolize the adrenaline and his thoughts went to Elena. He wouldn’t have to make up an excuse to pick her up tonight. That was good. The guilt had been weighing on him the whole day. And as bad as that was, he still couldn’t wait to spend time with Elena.
He hopped in his truck and left the parking lot. As he neared their spot, he slowed, then decided to leave her a note.
The parking lot across the street offered him the best vantage point to wait for her. Pulling a small notebook from the glove box, he wrote, “I’m across the street. Black truck.”
He ripped the paper from his notebook and jumped from his truck. Opening the tonneau cover he reached into the toolbox he carried in the back and pulled a nail and a hammer from inside. Striding across the street with his note and the hammer, he found a downed branch and hammered it into the ground in the spot where Elena’s basket usually sat. He pushed the note over the stick, leaving it barely visible and slightly indented into the vines.
Striding across the street to his truck, he replaced his hammer in his toolbox, closed the tonneau cover and jumped back into the driver’s seat. Checking the clock on his phone he saw he was about an hour early.
He lifted the bottle of water from the cup holder and removed the lid. His hands still shook as he lifted the water to his lips, but the cool liquid felt fantastic sliding down his throat.
A knock on his window startled him awake. Elena stood at the passenger window staring in at him.
Quickly unlocking the door, he watched her look around before opening the door. She climbed up into his truck and froze. Her eyes stared at the computer screen on the dashboard. His radio had been turned low so he could sleep while he waited for her. But the words scrolling across the screen caught her attention. “The name of the song. The station that I’m listening to and the temperature.”
She grinned. “I can read.”
“I know you can. I also know you can write.”
She smiled. Her beautiful green eyes almost glittered as her expression changed from mirth to seriousness. They stared at each other. His heart beat rapidly in his chest as her tongue poked out and wet her lips.
He couldn’t look away. His left hand reached over and pulled her head to his. Their lips touched and he felt the electricity run through his body. Her breathing hitched and his lips moved over hers eager to fully taste her.
Her right hand cupped his cheek, then slid back and tangled in his hair at his nape.
He enjoyed her lips, her tongue, her scent until he needed air. Pulling back only enough to drag breath into his lungs, he whispered. “We need to go somewhere more private.”
“Okay.”
He started the truck. “Buckle your seatbelt, Elena.”
