Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy by Jamie Begley (reading e books .txt) 📕

and was working on the second. “What would you have for breakfast if you were home?”

“Oatmeal with raisins and some of Moses’ fresh honey.”

He made a face at her.

“You don’t like oatmeal?” she asked, picking up her fork to cut a section of French toast he made for her.

“Ate too much of it when I was stationed overseas.”

Once she finished her tea, he got up from the table to make her another cup. Satisfied to see she had eaten all of the French toast, he sat down to eat the sausage she hadn’t touched.

Afterward, they were washing the dishes when the knock came to the door.

“I guess it’s showtime.” Her attempt at humor failed miserably; she clutched his arm when he moved to answer the door.

“Gavin … if anything happens, trust Agent Collins.” Her eyes pled with his. “I would ask you to stay here, but I know you won’t.”

“I won’t,” he agreed.

“Then will you at least promise me to put in the same effort of keeping yourself alive as you would me if anything goes wrong? If anything happens to you, it won’t matter to me what Allerton does to me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth. I can’t go back to living like I did before. I could live with a broken heart if you decide you don’t want a relationship with me, but I can’t survive in a world where you don’t exist. Don’t make me.”

“We’re both getting off this fucking island together, okay?”

Her face fell in disappointment when he wouldn’t give her his promise. “Yes.”

Reaper went to the window first to see who was at the door, then opened the door to the lone agent standing outside.

Agent Collins gave them a quick once-over, taking in their grim expressions. “Everything is all set. There will be a series of twenty questions. Afterward, you’ll be allowed to leave. This evening, you’re scheduled to have a private dinner with Mr. Allerton and Soleil where you will discuss the date of your departure from the island and if you want to wait for your father’s return. If you’re ready, we should go.”

With a clenched jaw, Reaper wrapped his arm around Ginny’s waist as they went outside to the Moke. He wanted to demand they could leave this afternoon, but it was a futile effort without Allerton’s approval.

The agent’s behavior and appearance instilled zero confidence in him if shit went down. While his suit was neat and clean, the dress shirt wasn’t loose enough to hide the protruding gut around his middle. Reaper guessed it had been several years since the agent had seen any active duty. Reaper almost asked him if he was carrying his service revolver.

As they drove to the resort, he added more mental notes of the surrounding island. The driver pulled up in front of Allerton’s place, and the hair of the back of his neck rose in warning as he got out of the Moke and waited for Ginny to follow him. Keeping her on the inside next to the vehicle, they walked to where Agent Collins was waiting at the front.

“Where are the rest of your men?” Reaper asked harshly.

“At their quarters. Mr. James, I don’t know what you’re expecting, but I can assure you that Mrs. James is not in any danger. I will be the administering the polygraph alone. It will be just the two of us alone in the room.”

“Ginny’s not fucking leaving my sight!”

“She won’t be. You will be in the next room that has two-way glass.”

“Let me make myself clearer. Ginny’s not going into any room without me,” Reaper clarified. “There will be no doors between us.”

“I will make your decision clear to Mr. Allerton when we reach his office.”

Ginny looked between both men and gave him a concerned look. “I don’t want to do this if you don’t want me to, Gavin.”

Having the ball put in his court didn’t lessen the dread he was experiencing. There was no guarantee they would be any safer at their bungalow, or that Allerton would allow them to leave the island once his wishes had been met. They could either put the ball in play or stay put. He wanted the fucking game over. If taking the polygraph gave them the possibility of leaving without a violent confrontation—and Ginny getting hurt—he had to take that chance.

“Let’s get it done.”

Ginny inhaled a deep breath when Reaper gave her the go-ahead. He couldn’t decide if the reaction was caused by relief or fear.

“We’re ready,” she assured Agent Collins.

The agent gave a curt nod, then gave Ginny an indecipherable look that Reaper couldn’t read. Traversing the corridors of the resort took a matter of minutes, and they were soon stepping into the elevator.

Allerton’s assistant was waiting for them on the other side of the door when the doors slid open. “Agent Collins, the room is ready for you.”

As they filed out of the elevator, Agent Collins approached Allerton’s assistant who’d come over to escort them down the hall. “Mr. James wants to talk to Mr. Allerton before the test.”

“Have a seat, then, and I’ll inform him.”

Reaper remained standing as the assistant went behind his desk to buzz Allerton. “Yes, sir.” Placing the receiver back down, the assistant gave them a reserved smile. “Agent Collins, Mr. Allerton wishes to speak with you first.”

Ginny and he watched as the agent made his way into Allerton’s office.

“Do you think he’ll give you permission to stay with me during the test?”

“Don’t care.” Reaper shrugged. “You’re staying with me.”

Ginny kept her gaze glued to the door of Allerton’s office, while Reaper kept his eyes glued on the assistant. About a minute after the agent entered Allerton’s office, Reaper saw the assistant look their way as his hand slid under the edge of the desk. Reaper’s heart started pumping faster. A frightening scenario of the man drawing a gun on them had him tensing, then relaxing when he heard the rustling of papers. The sign that his instincts were heightened had him