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Her steps quickened.
Ty uncrossed his arms and opened the French doors before she reached them. “Ready to get the fuck outta here?” he asked as he extended his hand. He shifted his gaze to her scowling father as he spoke.
Kelsie glanced over her shoulder and then turned back. “Very ready.” She took his hand, and together, they crossed the room toward the goon still guarding the door.
The guy didn’t move to let them out. He stood with one hand on the butt of his gun and one on his hip.
Ty rolled his eyes. “You don’t want us here, and we don’t wanna be here any longer, so just let us fucking pass, man.”
The computer chimed behind them.
Kelsie flinched then squeezed his hand so hard that his knuckle popped.
The guard frowned.
They needed to get the hell out of there and fast. He’d left the flash drive in the USB port, so as soon as Carver sat down, he’d notice, but it couldn’t be helped. This secret service wannabe had come back before the virus finished uploading.
But they weren’t out of the woods. If Carver sat at his desk before they’d fled the scene, he’d never let them go. They’d be detained and probably separated. He’d rather fail this mission than put Kelsie through that.
Over my dead body.
The guard grunted and stepped aside. His full attention stayed riveted to the computer that should have been asleep but made another unfamiliar chime.
“Walk fast,” Ty whispered.
Kelsie nodded once, tightened her grip, then booked it out the door and down the hallway. Clinging to each other’s hands, they jogged down the never-ending staircase and toward the front door without speaking.
The butler stood, ready for their exit. He pulled the heavy door open for them as they approached. “Please do call next time. Mr. Carver does not appreciate unplanned guests. You will not be admitted without prior scheduling.”
“Fuck off, Jeeves.” They strode right past the starched man who probably knew more of Carver’s secrets than anyone and out into the hot sunshine.
One second before the door shut behind them, a loud, “Stop them!” rang out from inside the house.
“Shit. Move, baby,” Ty barked. “They’re on to us.”
As they sprinted down the long walkway to Ty’s truck, Carver’s door flew open, and three security guards burst from the house wearing tactical gear. “Freeze!” one of them shouted.
“Shit,” Kelsie said. “They’re going to catch us.”
Kelsie sprinted as fast as she could, but her shorter legs couldn’t eat up the distance nearly as fast as he could.
“Not if I can help it.” Without missing a beat, he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, still moving at a dead run.
Kelsie yelped. Her hands scratched against his back before fisting his shirt. With her in a fireman’s carry, he was able to double his speed. He pumped his legs as fast as he could. His lungs burned as the hot air sawed in and out in harsh pants.
Booted feet pounded the stone walkway behind them.
Thank fuck he’d left the truck unlocked.
When he reached his vehicle, he yanked the door open. The hot door handle singed his palm, but he didn’t have time to attend to the discomfort. Heart racing, he practically tossed Kelsie onto the bench seat. She didn’t so much as squeak in protest but scrambled across to the passenger side and buckled in as he started the car.
He didn’t bother with his seat belt or even shutting the door. He crushed the gas pedal to the floor just as the guards reached his truck. One reached into the truck, but it lurched ahead. The abrupt forward momentum caused the door to swing closed.
A pained curse rang out as the door slammed against the guard, knocking him to the ground. Ty grabbed the door handle and hauled it closed, steering with the other hand. They sped down the long driveway.
“Hang on,” he ordered as he reached the end of the driveway. “I’m not slowing for the turn.”
Kelsie nodded and grabbed the oh-shit handle. The truck practically levitated as he swung onto the road without losing speed. As he flew down the road, he checked the rearview mirror every two to three seconds. So far, no one had followed them from Carver’s property. Still, he didn’t risk lowering his speed for another five minutes.
