Delta Force Die Hard

“This one.”

“How do you know someone’s not living here?”

“Do you see any vehicles? Any pets? Any life at all?”

Her eyes darted around the property. “No, but it doesn’t mean there won’t be.”

“We’ll play it by ear.”

She jabbed his thigh with her finger. “I think you forgot how cautious you used to be.”

“I was Delta Force. I couldn’t have been that cautious.”

“You are Delta Force, and I guess cautious is the wrong word. Maybe I mean organized. You like to plan.”

“This is a plan. It’s the only viable one right now except to go on the run.”

“In a hospital gown.”

“Right. Park in the back.”

She swung the car to the right on the dirt road that curved around the house and continued through the trees in the back. Luckily the snow had held off so far this season, or it would’ve piled up in front of them. Now they just rolled over cold, frozen ground.

Ducking her head, she peered through the windshield. “Do you think they have security cameras?”

“If they do, I’ll have to disable them.”

As Paige stepped out of the car, her shoe crunched the gravel and the sound seemed to echo in the woods. She tipped her head back and scanned the edges of the roof for security equipment.

Asher appeared next to her. “I don’t see anything, do you?”

“No.” She pointed to his feet. “You could’ve at least put on the boots I bought for you.”

He curled his toes into the gravel. “I’m getting kind of used to being barefoot.”

“I’ll get them.” She buried her head in the back seat of the car, where she’d tossed the bags in her mad rush to get back to Asher fighting with the stranger. She backed out of the car with the bags hanging from her arms and turned to face the cabin, leaving her own suitcase and laptop on the seat.

Asher waved from the cement slab behind the cabin. “I think I found a way in.”

She strode toward him, the bags banging against her thighs. “I feel like a thief.”

“We’re not going to steal anything...except some soap and water.” He rubbed his hands together. “And maybe some firewood.”

A few minutes later, Asher had jimmied the lock on the back door. He rested his hand on the doorknob. “Are you ready?”