“Hey—” Laurie looked up at him as he covered her mouth with his hand.
He held her firmly, but Laurie felt no danger from him. More muffled sounds came from the bathroom. The window popped open, and Laurie jumped.
“Get in the closet, close the door, and don’t move until I tell you to,” Dante breathed the words in her ear.
He reached down to take out his gun.
Laurie’s heart pounded as she went into the closet and closed the door, except for a tiny sliver of a crack.
Dante moved so he was behind the bathroom door.
Laurie’s breathing became erratic. She felt around in her closet for something. She needed some weapon, just in case. Her hand brushed against her shoes, work boots, laundry detergent, and then she felt the base of the heavy, broken ceramic lamp she forgot to take down to the resort electrician. It would have to do.
She went back to the crack in the door. Dante hadn’t moved. He seemed to be a statue that had always stood behind her bathroom door. The wiry frame of a man appeared in Laurie’s bathroom, swathed in black pants and a long sleeve black shirt. His hair was covered by a black bandana, but Laurie saw his rich bronze skin.
He climbed down from the window with the help of the sink. The assailant looked out the open bathroom door and Laurie covered her mouth to keep from letting out a cry of alarm or throwing up. She kept breathing as her stomach churned in fear. The man stood there, staring at the closet door as if he knew she was in there.
A boot appeared through the open window. It fumbled to reach down to the sink. The other leg followed, almost slipping on the porcelain surface. The second man appeared as he climbed down. He was stockier, meatier, but dressed the same as the first. Laurie saw a flash of steel as the first man drew his gun from his waistband.
He strode into the bedroom. The first man turned toward Laurie’s empty bed. The second man was right behind him.
“Where is she?” the second man asked.
Dante leapt onto the second man. He wrapped one arm around the stocky frame, and pressed a knife to the man’s neck. Dante pointed his gun at the thinner man.
“U.S. Marshals Service!” Dante shouted. “Drop your weapon!”
The first man raised his gun toward his partner and Dante.
“Where’s the girl?”
“Drop your weapon and get down on the ground, now!”
“I have a job to do. Unless there’s a lot more of you in here, I plan to do it.” The thinner man cocked his gun.
“Hey, brah, don’t shoot. You’ll kill me!” The shorter man squirmed in Dante’s grasp.
“Put your weapon down!” Dante squeezed the neck of the man he held.
“Sorry, brah,” said the man with the gun.
Laurie didn’t know what came over her. A sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through her. She burst from the closet door, swinging the lamp at the assailant’s head like a baseball bat. The lamp hit with a sickening thunk and the man with the gun crumpled to the ground. Laurie stared down at him in abject horror. When she looked up at Dante, he already had cuffs on the other guy, securing him to an exposed pipe.
When he was done, he charged over to the other man. He kicked away the gun, and checked his pulse.
“I didn’t kill him did I?” Laurie trembled as Dante pushed her out of his way.
Dante said nothing. He cuffed the other man to the bedpost. Then he turned on Laurie, his brown eyes shooting lightning.
“What were you thinking?” He backed her up against the wall.
“I…”
“He could have killed you. I could have shot at him and killed you!”
“I don’t know. He was going to kill you. I had to do something.”
“I told you to get in the closet and not to move until I told you to move. You are not trained in law enforcement. I am! You could have gotten us both killed.”
“But, I thought he was going to kill you. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t. I’m sorry!”
Someone pounded at the door.
“Laurie? It’s Jim. What’s going on in there?” Jim pounded on the door again.
“Who is that?” Dante unholstered his gun.
“He’s part of the security staff.” Laurie stepped in front of Dante, her hands raised.
“Don’t move.” Dante took her by the shoulders and pushed her out of his way. “This time, I mean—don’t—move.”
He stalked to the door. After looking through the peephole, he yanked it open. A tall, muscular Hawaiian stood on the threshold. He had short black hair, a square jaw, and light brown eyes that looked formidable as he sized Dante up.
“I’m U.S. Marshal Dante Stark.” Dante shielded Laurie from view with his body. “I’d like to see your ID.”
“Is Laurie all right in there? The room above called us.” Jim craned his neck to catch a glimpse of her.
Laurie watched Dante scrutinize whatever Jim handed him.
“She’s fine.” Dante let Jim into the room.
“Whoa. What the hell?” Jim flicked his eyes from the two men handcuffed to Laurie’s furniture to Laurie, and then Dante.
“Jim!” Laurie almost ran to him, but Dante’s dark look stopped her cold. She wobbled on the spot, grasping for the words that might explain the situation.
“Laurie, what happened? Are you all right?” Jim took her hands in his.
“Ms. Shelton is now under the protective custody of the U.S. Marshals Service.” Dante scowled at him. “She was getting ready to leave with me when we were attacked. I need you to inform the local police department, and have these two assailants arrested. Ms. Shelton—we need to leave. Now.”
Dante moved back to her bed as he spoke, picking up the duffle bag.
“Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute there, Mr. Marshals Service. I’m not going to just let you take Laurie anywhere.” Jim released Laurie, and stepped between her and Dante. “How do I even know you’re not the one causing her trouble?”
Dante stared down his long straight nose at Jim. Laurie watched in helpless fascination as tension rose between them until Dante’s jaw muscles twitched. Jim put his hands on his hips, and straightened his spine in answer. They glared at each other for several seconds.
“It’s okay, Jim.” Laurie stepped between them. “He’s telling the truth. I have to leave because of what happened in the penthouse suite. We were getting ready when these two men broke in through my bathroom window. Dante was protecting me. He saved my life.”
Dante grunted behind her, but said nothing.
“Are you sure, Laurie?” Jim put a hand on her shoulder, looking into her eyes.
Dante moved past Jim, out into the hall, with Laurie’s duffle bag in hand. He paused at the threshold and looked back at her.
Laurie gulped down her fear.
“I’m sure. I have to go with him.” She gave Jim a hug. “Please tell Darcy and Mona I had to leave. I don’t know if or when I’ll talk to them again.”
“You have to leave right now?” Jim followed her to the door.
“No, ten minutes ago.” Dante swung her duffle bag onto his shoulder, glaring at Jim.
“I’m sorry.” Laurie hugged Jim again.
“Ms. Shelton!” Dante snapped.
“I have to go, I’m sorry!” Laurie tore herself away from Jim and ran toward Dante.
Laurie and Dante walked down the hall and into the whitewashed stairwell in silence. They exited the emergency door. Laurie followed Dante to an unmarked black SUV in the parking lot.
He unlocked her door, tossing her bag in the back. Laurie hoisted herself up into the cab.
Laurie stared out the window as Dante gunned the engine and left the parking lot. She watched as the only home she had known for the past ten years faded into a blur of lights as he got on the highway. As much as she had wanted to leave the hotel behind, she found herself tearing up. She had planned her departure. This wasn’t it. She didn’t say goodbye to anyone except Jim. There was no ‘good luck cake’ in the break room or dinner after her last shift. She was being ripped away. Tears fell in hot little waves down her face. She tried to cry quietly, turning away from Dante to muffle the sounds of loss she wanted to deny, but all she could think of was her friends and whether she would ever see them again.