Chapter 30. Caught?

Colt walked behind me to the master’s bedroom and turned the lock. 

I hurried to the closet, partly in eagerness to get this damned thing away from me, and partly from fear of remaining locked in here with Colt for too long.

We were a ticking bomb, but in a locked room? We were a freaking explosion! 

And the last place I wanted to explode was the master's bedroom I shared with my husband, his brother.

“Not that he would mind anyway,” I muttered under my breath as I climbed up the ladder.

“Are you OK?” I heard his deep voice call out from the bedroom.

“Shhh,” I fired back as my legs shook a little.

Anyone could hear him. What was I thinking when I brought him here?

I reached my hand high to grab the box, but my hand touched empty air. 

I blinked, and moved my hand further to the right this time.

But again, nothing, just air. 

My breath caught as my head contracted in horror. Has Dean seen it? Or was it the