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Looking to the end of the alley and recognizing where they were, she said, “I know where we are. My flat over the bakery isn’t far.”
“Lose the lab coat, and we’ll make our way over there. You walk on the inside of the sidewalk and make sure I’m between you and the street.”
Linking their hands together, they headed out of the alley, grateful for the streetlamps that helped to give the old town part of its charm, but more importantly gifted them with light. She could see Rolf’s up ahead. It was dark, as it had closed for the day. She started to pick up her speed. Mason held her back, subtly shaking his head and leading her down a side street.
“But the bakery…” she started.
He stopped, pulling her into a covered doorway, pressing her against the door, and kissing her as two different couples walked past.
“Look inside the coffee shop and across the street at the little café. There are two pairs of men—one in each. One is watching the side of the bakery where I assume there are stairs up to your flat and the other one of each of the pairs is watching the sidewalk in front. We ducked in here before they saw us. The flat’s not safe, and even if it was, going there would endanger the bakery’s owners and its patrons.”
“Then where do we go?” she asked, her heart sinking. All that evidence secreted in her flat and they wouldn’t be able to get it to the people who needed it most.
He chuckled. “Harbor Light. We’ll send out an SOS and find a place to hole up until the Resistance can get us out of here.”
“What if they can’t?”
He grinned. “You don’t know Colby Reynolds, but more than that, you don’t know Deke Campbell or Hayden North. Trust me when I tell you, they will come.”
“But all the evidence is up in the flat…”
“And you can tell them where it’s hidden. At some point they’ll probably put together an op to retrieve it, but for now, we’ll give them all we saw, all we remember, and what’s on the tablets. They’re turned off, right?”
“Yes…”
“We won’t turn them on. NLGP might be able to wipe them remotely. We’ll give them to Colby’s tech people and let them deal with it. What about your personal laptop and tablet?”
She grinned, brightening. “My personal laptop and tablet are back in my loft. They’ll never figure out either of their passwords, but once we get with Colby’s people, I’ll give the passwords to them so they can download the laptop and then wipe it. I made hidden, password protected copies of everything I took from NLGP. We haven’t lost a thing.”
“Bright, brave, beautiful, and sexy. Jackpot.”
“I’m afraid all they’re going to find on my tablet is my prurient reading interests.”
“How prurient?” he leered.
“Very,” she teased. She sobered. “You’re bleeding.”
“It’s just a scratch.”
Reaching up to feel his forehead and then his cheeks with the back of her hand. “Maybe, but you’re feverish and your color’s not good. We need to get you inside and off your feet so I can take a look at that scratch.”
“If I agree, will you wear a slutty nurse uniform?”
She didn’t want to laugh. She really didn’t, but she did, anyway. He was incredibly sexy, quite charming and all together irresistible.
As a noisy, happy crowd strolled by, Mason pulled her into the middle of them, and they passed by the NLGP goons who had been sent to stake out her place. They made their way to the Harbor Light, ensuring they hadn’t picked up a tail.
CHAPTER 17
MASON
Mason had never been so glad to enter a pub surrounded by people and the sounds of those having good cheer and camaraderie. Eddie, the owner of the Harbor Light and the one who had first alerted the Resistance to the dangers of NLGP, caught his eye. Subtly shaking his head, Mason led Emery to the back of the pub, where the lights were dimmer and there were no customers.
“Thank god you both got out,” said Eddie, whispering and taking Emery by the elbow to steer them to the back where it was more private. “When I saw them move in and stake out the bakery, I was worried.”
Mason emitted a long, low growl. It was hard to say who was more shocked: Emery, Eddie or Mason himself.
“Apologies,” said Mason. “Apparently my cave lion is a little on the prehistoric side where our fated mate is concerned.”
