Drake Sisters 05 - Safe Harbor

her sandals to her.
    She flushed, seeing her skirt, blouse and coat right at the entrance to the doorway.
    "We didn't get far, did we?"
    He grinned at her. "Best night of my life, Hannah. Thank you." He leaned over, kissed her and pulled on his shoes. "Let's get out of here. Let me go first, just in case. Get right into the truck."
    She nodded and waited for him to take the lead. He stopped long enough to lock the door behind him, and hurried to the truck, his gaze quartering the area around them, looking for anything suspicious.
    Hannah settled in the truck, drew her seatbelt across her and drummed her fingers on the seat in apprehension while he shoved the key into the ignition.
    Jonas reached for her hand, his fingers running over hers in a little caress before he picked up her hand and brought it to the warmth of his mouth. "It's going to be all right, baby. It won't be much longer before we figure this out." He nibbled on the tips of her fingers and turned the key.
    The engine whined, but refused to turn over. Jonas swore under his breath.
    "Maybe we should talk to Abbey. She hates using her abilities, but she can determine truth," Hannah said hesitantly.

    "I don't think we have anyone she can question yet." There was something worrying at the back of his mind, something just out of reach, if he'd just remember it. He turned the key again and the motor made the same noise, refusing to start.
    Jonas snapped his teeth together and grabbed the key, impatient, but suddenly he went still. His alarms were screaming at him, his stomach burning with knots, he just had been too absorbed in Hannah to focus on it. Jackson's track was always— always —in perfect running condition.
    Hannah frowned, the sudden stillness in him sending her natural alarms shrieking.
    "What is it, Jonas?"
    He reached down and unsnapped Hannah's seatbelt. "Get out of the track. Get out now, Hannah. Hurry, damn it."
    She reacted to the urgency in his voice, the fear. She tried to push open the door, remembered it was locked and reached for the handle.
    "Run for the trees, away from the house. Run fast, baby, I'll be right behind you."
    Hannah slid out. "Tell me."
    "There's a bomb in the track." His voice was calm, but his eyes were savage. "Get the hell out of here, Hannah—now."

Chapter Nineteen
    HANNAH didn't wait to ask questions. She took off running away from the house toward the trees to the back of Jonas's property, her heart thundering in her ears. She glanced over her shoulder, to reassure herself Jonas was coming. He was right behind her, his body squarely between hers and the truck.
    "Go!" he said urgently, one hand on her back, pushing her forward.
    Hannah ran until her lungs burned and her legs ached, stumbling across the uneven ground. She felt the blast before she heard it, the buildup in the air, the smashing concussion that lifted them both and flung them like paper dolls through the air. She landed hard, the wind knocked out of her, body sore and bruised, the world silent as her ears protested the violation of sound.
    Around them the wind rose, leaves and twigs whirling in the air along with the debris from the truck. Orange-red flames mixed with black smoke, burning hot and bright, billowing high into the air. Blackened parts of the track were scattered across the wide expanse of lawn leading down toward the trees and a door lay in the bushes near the front steps of the house.
    Frantically she crawled to where Jonas lay just a few feet from her. Jonas ! She didn't speak aloud, there was no point until their ears settled from the terrifying blast. For one heart-stopping moment she thought he was dead. He lay still, his face pale, his chest not moving. Her world came to an end, crashing down around her so that she sank onto the ground beside him, her trembling hand sliding over his skin to find his pulse. Oh, God, please, Jonas, be alive . She'd know if he were dead, she was certain, but still, until she found his pulse, her mind screamed and screamed.
    He drew in a gasping breath and his eyes flew open, hands coming up to capture her wrist in a viselike grip, and drag his gun from his shoulder harness. His eyes were savage, his face grim. Hannah's heart stopped as the gun swept across her. His gaze found her face and he visibly settled, then began running his hands over her looking for injuries.
    I'm all right , she assured him. What about you ?
    Good. I'm good . He looked at the towering inferno. Jackson's truck is toast .