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Chris peered past her just in time to see an elderly man open the back of the van and assist his wheelchair-bound wife out with an electric chairlift. |
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"I should have seen the handicapped license plates and realized it wasn't the same van," D.J. admitted. "But I guess I'm a little jumpy." |
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A knock sounded on the door, and D.J. started with such violence that the top of her head bumped against Chris's chin. His teeth clicked together, missing his tongue by a centimeter. She hadn't been kidding when she'd said she was jumpy. He turned and grasped her wrist gently, steadying the gun she'd aimed at the door. |
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"Relax," he whispered in her ear. "We wouldn't want you to wound the maid. Let's see who's knocking before we shoot them." |
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He lifted his mouth away from her ear and turned his attention back to the door. "Who's there?" |
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