HIS BABY TO BEAR - 22

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y T W O

The entire scheme was ridiculous.

That was the one thought that ran through Libby's mind as she sat in her living room, staring at the empty hole in the wall that let in the gloomy evening breeze. She was curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, huddling in it. Jerome sat on the recliner, nursing an assault rifle similar to the one he'd used to keep an eye on her in that cabin.

This time, however, he was far from relaxed and calm. His entire posture hummed with eagerness and readiness. If he had to, he could have flung himself over the backrest of that damn chair and stopped five attackers at the drop of a hat. That was without a doubt in Libby's mind. But he still gave her a carefree smile, which she was sure was more to calm her nerves than his.

"Are you certain, honey, that you're okay with this?"

" he inquired, his deep voice caressing her ears and temporarily quieting the annoying humming inside.