Maya Banks - Hidden Away

“Let me know if you need me, okay? I can be over there in a day. In the meantime, I’ll do some more digging and let you know what I find out.”

“Thanks, Van. Now go get some sleep. You sound like hell.”

“Fuck you.”

Garrett grinned and cut the connection. He rubbed the back of his neck, fingers digging into the base of his skull. He was tired and right now a hot shower sounded better than sex. He needed to get to bed and get some rest because he had an early morning errand to run the next day. Preferably before Sarah had a chance to get up and around.

SARAH opened her eyes to sunlight streaming through her window. She blinked the grogginess away and turned to look at the clock. Sure she hadn’t seen the numbers correctly, she shoved to her elbow and squinted to get a better look. Ten A.M.? Holy cow.

Pathches jumped onto the bed and eyed her suspiciously. Usually Sarah was the first out of bed and the cat always protested being moved from her warm spot.

Sarah flopped back onto her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. The cat rubbed against her side and purred loudly. Sarah put her hand down to rub the animal’s ears and received a delicate meow in thanks.

It was the most she’d slept since arriving. Most nights she was lucky to get in a few hours. Her dreams haunted her, and at times she refused to close her eyes because she’d do anything to keep the demons at bay.

Somehow she’d managed not only an entire night’s sleep, but she’d slept well past daybreak into midmorning. She stretched and then cuddled deeper into her covers. It was then she realized that some of her sense of panic was gone. Anxiety had been ever present for months, so much so that she couldn’t remember what her life had felt like without it. This morning she felt remarkably ... light.

She lay there for another half hour, simply enjoying the peace. The growl of her stomach finally forced her into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When she was done, she wrapped a towel around her head and headed into the kitchen.

She put on a pot of coffee to brew and stared out the window as it bubbled and hissed. The water was so blue it almost hurt her eyes to look at it. The sun bounced off the surface and reflected like a million tiny diamonds. There wasn’t a single cloud in sight although the talk in town the day before had been a storm system expected through by the evening.

As the coffeemaker hissed its last, she removed the pot and poured a cupful of the savory brew. It was too perfect a morning to waste indoors. Sitting on her porch with a cup of coffee sounded heavenly, and maybe she’d see Garrett.

Heat tingled her cheeks and she shook her head. She was acting like a giddy teenager crushing on her first boy. Still, she smiled as she opened her front door. Her gaze was drawn to the water and she nearly tripped over something in the doorway. She stumbled and her coffee sloshed over the rim. She righted herself, put down her coffee on the window ledge and then looked down to see a basket sitting on her porch.

Astonished, she knelt to find two bottles of white wine and the books that she’d dropped in the alley when she’d been attacked. She lovingly stroked the spines of the paperbacks and pulled them away so she could see each of the titles. There were even a few additions to the ones she’d purchased. Next to the wine, were several chocolate bars and a folded note with her name on it.

Her chest was so tight and she was smiling so big her cheeks ached. With shaking fingers, she opened the note.

I’m told no woman can resist wine, books and chocolate.

Enjoy your day.

—G

She hugged the note to her and stared down at her goodies. He’d gone and gotten her books! She was ridiculously touched by the notion of him making a special trip to retrieve her books and to buy her wine and chocolate.

Her eyes were suspiciously watery as she rose and hoisted the basket into her arms. Her coffee forgotten, she set the basket on the patio table and began going through the assortment of paperbacks. After settling on the one she wanted to read first, she hurried back inside to set the wine to chilling in the fridge. She added the chocolate so it wouldn’t melt and then returned outside to her book.

After an hour, she went back inside to prepare lunch. The wine was cold and she poured a glass to have with her meal. She took her time, actually enjoying the food as the sun soaked into her skin. Today ... she was in no hurry today. The events of the previous day melted away and she savored the freedom to just ... enjoy.

She dozed off with a book propped on her chest, her feet resting in the chair opposite her. A fat raindrop hit her square in the forehead, startling her from her slumber. Her eyes flew open to find the sky vastly changed. Instead of the sheer blue canvas, angry thunderheads had rolled in, billowing in the sky like giant mushroom caps.

It was dark and shadows fell over the beach, turning the serene paradise into something sinister. The water rolled and frothy wave caps blew over the surface, rolling onto the beach and spreading over the sand.

She put her feet down and stretched her aching muscles. After collecting her wineglass and book, she retreated indoors. Disappointment nagged at her. She hadn’t seen Garrett even once.

Garrett stood at his window and watched as Sarah went indoors. He’d been on the verge of going over there himself to wake her before the storm kicked up too bad. She’d been sleeping the entire afternoon, and he’d watched over her from afar.

He’s purposely stayed away today to give her time to process the evening they spent together. He wanted her trust and found that he was willing for things to progress as slowly as necessary to achieve that goal.

Lightning stabbed through the sky, flashing and illuminating the rolling sea. Thunder echoed in the distance. The storm was moving fast and getting closer with each passing second.

He turned away and let the curtain fall. He loved a good thunderstorm. It was a perfect evening to kick back with a beer and listen to the rain.

Soon the rain picked up and fell with steady rhythm. It beat against the tin roof of the cottage with a muted roar. Just the sound made him yawn; lethargy stole over him, turning his muscles to jelly.

He slouched on the sofa and kicked his legs up. Of course as soon as he got comfortable, the sat phone beeped. He raised his head and glared across the room to where it lay on the on the chair by the window.

Grumbling the entire way, he pushed himself up and went over to snag the phone.

“This better be good,” he said as he sank back onto the couch.

“This coming from the asshole who woke me up twice?”

Garrett chuckled. “I was comfortable, man. Just laid down on the couch.”

Donovan made a derisive noise before continuing. “Do you want what I got or what?”

Garrett sat up, suddenly very serious. His stomach knotted and he sucked in a deep breath. Yeah, he wanted to know but then again he wasn’t sure he did. He sighed. “Yeah, hit me with it.”

“Sarah Daniels leads a very ordinary life, lives in a very ordinary apartment. No one has a single bad word to say about her. As far as I can tell there are no recent boyfriends. No medical records other than a few routine check-ups. I’m trying to get the actual reports now but it’ll take some time. She’s been jobless for months. She has conservative spending habits but her bank account isn’t hefty so she’s getting support from somewhere. My bet is Lattimer. But in short, she’s normal. She’s disgustingly perfect.”

No. Not perfect. Broken. And infinitely fragile.

Garrett blew out his breath. “Then what the fuck?”

“Maybe you’re misinterpreting things, Garrett. She witnessed a murder. She’s either scared of her brother. Or she’s trying to protect him. That’s a lot of shit to deal with. Of course she’s jumpy.”

Bullshit. Yeah, she was scared, and she was cautious, but there was more to it. Garrett wasn’t wrong about this. He’d touched her. He’d felt her tension. Saw the grief and the pain in her eyes.

“I’m not wrong about this, Van.”

Donovan sighed. “The thing is, if she was attacked but never reported it, she probably didn’t tell anyone. Not even those closest to her. Unfortunately a lot of crimes against women go unreported.”

Garrett cursed, knowing that Donovan was right. If Sarah had been hurt, there was a distinct possibility that the only person who knew anything of it ... was her. And the son of a bitch who attacked her.

“Damn it,” Garrett muttered. “This is complicated.”

“I’ll keep digging. If I come up with anything, I’ll call you.”

“Thanks, man. How is Sophie doing? And have you talked to Rachel?”

Donovan chuckled. “Trust you to want to know about the women.”

Garrett scowled. “I didn’t get to go by and see Rachel before I left. I just want to make sure she’s doing okay. I worry about her. And Sophie. She looked about fourteen months’ pregnant when I left.”

“Dude, you’re on speakerphone,” Donovan said.

Garrett winced. “Oh fuck. She didn’t hear that, did she?”

“She might have just started crying, and Sam is threatening to kick your ass.”

“Crying?” Hell. He’d need to send chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. Pregnant women were demented.

“I’m joking,” Donovan said with a chuckle.

“Asshole.”

“Rachel is doing fine. She’s called at least once a day to ask if we’ve heard from you.”