Page 97 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
My heart was pounding as I darted around Beau and into the living room, firing off questions as they popped into my head. “Why are you back, Henry? Is everything okay with my family? Did something happen with the Federovs? Do they know where I am?”
“Hello, Sabrina.” Henry chuckled. “Your family is fine. How about we sit and go through those questions one by one?”
“Sure.” I swung out a hand, inviting him to sit on the couch. I took the chair directly across from him and sat on my nervous hands.
Beau came to my side but he didn’t sit. He just crossed his arms over his chest and planted his legs wide as he glared down at Henry.
“How are you?” Henry asked me, ignoring the waves of anger pulsing from Beau and how I was shaking with nerves.
“Um, fine.” Something was different about this visit. Unlike last time, Henry wasn’t tense. Instead, he was relaxed, almost carefree as he tossed a hand over the back of the couch and swung a foot up on his knee.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Nice place,” Henry said, looking around the house and not answering my question.
Beau growled, his jaw clenched even tighter.
I reached up and touched his elbow. “Would you please sit down? You’re making me even more nervous.”
For a second I thought he was going to remain standing, but he finally sank onto the arm of my chair with an angry huff.
Henry was still inspecting Beau’s house.
“Henry,” I snapped, getting his attention. “Why are you here?”
“I’m here to bring you home, MacKenzie.”
My stomach dropped. “Did something happen?”
Henry nodded and looked to Beau. “Your hiding spot wasn’t as secure as you thought. We caught some social-media traffic yesterday about a woman hiding up in the mountains of Montana. Blond hair. Green eyes. Sound familiar?”
My eyes closed as my shoulders fell. “It had to be the hotshots. Who did the post come from?”
“Do you know someone named Dylan Prosser?” Henry asked.
Dylan. “That. Asshole!” My fingernails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists.
Beau had gotten Dylan fired from his hotshot crew, and rather than take that opportunity to grow the fuck up, he’d ratted me out.
“I’ll take that as a yes?”
“Yeah, we know Prosser,” Beau growled. His hands were fisted even tighter than mine. “What happened?”
“He’s taken a lot of interest in Sabrina. From what we can tell, he’s spent the better part of two months trying to figure out who you are. He must have finally stumbled onto Anton’s social-media feeds, because yesterday, we caught a comment that he had information about your whereabouts. For a price, of course.”
Which meant I’d been found. My time was up.
“So that’s it?” I asked. “Now you take me into witness protection and I become some random Jane Doe?”
Henry grinned and shook his head. “I’m not here with only bad news, MacKenzie. I’ve got some good too. You have to come home but you get to stay you.”
“She doesn’t have to go into witness protection?” Beau asked, his arm wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me toward his hip.
Henry shook his head. “She doesn’t need to. She’s safe to come back to Seattle as Sabrina MacKenzie.”
“You’re kidding.” My mouth fell open. “Really?”
Henry nodded. “Really.”
