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replied.
    She didn’t respond, but I could
see the color drain from her face. Hell, I hoped she held it together. But then
again, Cameron had been through hell the last year or so; she was tougher than
she looked. I could rely on her to watch my back. I had to.
    My unease rose as we moved
toward the kitchen. Call it instinct, call it past experience, but I knew
they’d been murdered. Dead. And we would be too if we didn’t figure a way out
of this mess. I didn’t have time to mourn them. Should we take Jake now, or
wait to see what he had in store?
    “You guys just staying one night?”
he asked, trying to make small talk as we moved down a narrow hall, musty with
age and the energy of those who had once lived here.
    “Yeah,” Cameron replied. “Then
headed to Savannah.”
    Of course, it was a lie. We’d
decided early on that only the three of us would know the truth. Only the three
of us could be trusted. Thank God life had taught us to be suspicious.
    Can you get ahold of Lewis? I asked Cameron, knowing she and Lewis
could send each other thoughts as well.
    No.
    Crap. That wasn’t good at all.
Not only would we be down one man, but there was no way Cameron would leave
without him. Which meant we were stuck here, to fight it out. We moved into the
kitchen, a large area with slate floor and a stone fireplace where I’d spent
many nights with friends and good food, laughter and family.
    “Have a seat.” Jake headed
toward the stainless steel stove. “Is it just the two of you?”
    He knew. He knew that Lewis was
here. There was no point in lying. If we tried to fib, he’d know that we didn’t
trust him with the truth. “No, actually.”
    Cameron slid me a hard glance,
wondering why I was throwing her boyfriend into the fire. If looks could kill.
    Trust me.
    I tossed my jacket to the back
of the chair. “Lewis is here too. He went around back. Thought he heard
something.”
    “Oh,” he smiled, looking
relieved. “Okay.” He actually pulled two bowls from the cupboard and dished us
up. “Long drive, huh?” He set the bowls of stew upon the table. “You’re headed
to Savannah?”
    We settled at the rustic table,
the wooden top dented with age. How many people had sat around this table
sharing meals? “Yep,” I said.
    Jake stood in the corner, his
gaze flickering toward the back door, either watching for Lewis or for the men Jake
was working for. Hell, how many were there? I took in a deep breath and reached
out. At first I felt nothing, then suddenly the softest tingling sensation branched
through my body, as if I’d touched a live wire.
    You feel that? Cameron’s voice whispered through my mind.
    I slid her a glance. Yeah, I
felt it. But why? What did it mean?
    “Will Lewis want something to
eat?” Jake asked, his voice sounding so far away that I barely noticed him.
    I could sense them, whoever was
out there. I could sense their energy, and so could Cameron. But how could I? It
was something I’d never felt before.
    “Yeah, he’d probably like a bowl
or two.” Cameron lifted her spoon and took a bite. I followed her lead. The
stew tasted like saw dust, wet saw dust. I forced myself to swallow the lump. It
stuck for a moment in the middle of my throat, before sliding down. I didn’t
know what the hell the plan was and neither did Cameron. We were screwed until
Jake made the first move. I focused on that tingling sensation attempting to
figure out how many there were. Crap, if Lewis wasn’t alive Cameron, would
never forgive me.
    Where the hell are they?  
    The thought whispered through my
mind, shocking me. It took me a moment to realize that Cameron hadn’t thought
the words. Good God, was it coming from Jake? Slowly, I lifted my gaze,
watching him through my lashes. He leaned against the counter and glanced
nervously toward the windows, then the door.
    I have no choice. I have no choice. They’ll kill my brothers. He cracked
his knuckles as he paced the kitchen, his movements agitated