Abby mulled that over. “I don’t know how much the lawyer knew. The box was sealed when I got it, but that doesn’t mean no one saw the map before it went into the box.”

“Or King didn’t tell someone where he’d been searching.”

“There were people with him on the trips he made, people he trusted, but still . . .”

“One thing’s certain: whoever wants that map isn’t fooling around. We need to finish our work and get on the road. After we’ve left Denver, it’ll be harder for them to track us.”

Harder but not impossible. “Unless they already know where we’re going.”

“Unless they already know,” Gage conceded.

“So what do we still need to do?”

“Get our gear together. There’s a storage room full of equipment downstairs. In the morning, I’ll go through what’s there and pull out what we can use. Anything else we need we can buy in Arizona.”

“How soon will we be ready to leave?”

“Ready or not, we’re leaving tomorrow.” He glanced down at the heavy stainless watch wrapped around his thick wrist. “It’s late. You’d better get some sleep.”

That was a laugh. She had almost been kidnapped, might have been tortured or even killed. “After what nearly happened, I’m not sleepy.”

Those intense blue eyes locked on her face. The same heat burned there that she had seen in the photo she’d taken. I can give you what you need to make you sleep, those amazing eyes said.

Abby’s stomach contracted. She wanted to go to bed, but not alone.

“Go . . .” Gage said softly.

Abby turned and practically ran down the hall to her bedroom.

* * *

Gage was up at first light. He hadn’t slept well, had spent the night on the sofa in case the men who had gone after Abby managed to find a way to breach his security system and break into his extremely secure apartment.

It hadn’t happened. His brother Edge had tested the system after Gage had it installed. Edge had been army Special Forces, a Green Beret. He had skills beyond anything Gage had developed in his years of self-defense training and boxing workouts. Edge knew security up, down, and sideways, handy for a soldier who wanted to get inside without being caught.

Though Gage could take care of himself and do a more than adequate job of defending the people he cared about, he was no Green Beret. With any luck, the problem would be left behind when they departed Denver for Arizona.