Page 73 of Keeping Amanda
“I know you can. But you can sit and relax too.”
Mandy rolled her eyes. “Fine. Whatever. Can I at least go through my mail while you slave over our dinner?”
“By all means.” Buck didn’t let go of her though, still had his arms around her. He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers. “I’m sorry you had to go through what you did today.”
“Me too.”
“We’ll figure this out. Promise.”
“I hope so.”
He kissed her then. A loving kiss that hopefully proved how much he cared about her.
Forcing himself to let go before the kiss turned into more—he really did want to feed her, and his stomach was growling as well—Buck headed for the kitchen sink to wash his hands and to get ready to make their dinner.
Mandy went over to the edge of the counter and grabbed the letters lying there, where she’d obviously placed them when she got home. She carried them over to the table and sat, then began to go through them.
Buck was drying his hands when he heard her gasp. Looking over, he saw Mandy staring at an envelope with wide eyes.
“What is it?”
She looked up. “It’s postmarked from Venezuela,” she said in a whisper.
“What the hell?” Buck said under his breath. “Whatnow?” Those words were a bit louder.
Showing how off-kilter she was still feeling, Mandy didn’t even try to open the letter, she simply held it out to him as he walked over to her.
The letter didn’t have a return address, and her address was typed on the front. But it had definitely been postmarked from Venezuela.
Buck hesitated. He probably shouldn’t open it. Should probably call the authorities in case it contained drugs or something that might incriminate Mandy.
But he couldn’tnotopen it. He needed to know if there was an immediate threat toward the woman he was beginning to think he couldn’t live without, or if it was something else entirely.
Taking a step away from the table, away from Mandy, in case there was powder or something inside, Buck pulled out the knife he always carried from one of the pockets of his cargo pants and carefully slit open the top of the envelope. He pulled the piece of paper from inside and placed it on the counter. He held his breath as he unfolded it.
Thankfully, there was nothing inside except for the paper. The letter was also typed, and was short and to the point.
We’re watching you.
We have eyes everywhere.
We always finish what we start.
We willbe victorious.
Buck’s hands were shaking at the threats.No onethreatened his woman. No fucking way.
“Come on. We’re leaving.”
“What? Where are we going? What does the letter say?”
Buck didn’t want her to see it. Didn’t want the vile words rolling around in her head, as they were in his.
But she was at his side, looking over his shoulder before he could shove the letter back into the envelope. She gasped again.
“Is that from the rebels? The people who kidnapped me and the kids?”
“I don’t know. Possibly.”
