“I don’t know. Something m-made me nervous.” He licked his lips in an uneasy gesture.“Nervous is good. Nervous is better than dead any day.”Keegan stood, suddenly wary when moments ago they’d been sharing a meal and watching the Rockies get pounded. Hands on his hips, he eyed the once-benign box turned devil incarnate all because of a gut feeling. “There’s no writing on this side.”“There wasn’t any on the other side either, I don’t think.”Keegan lifted his gaze, his eyes narrowing on Brennan’s face while a kitty gnawed on the cuff of his jeans. He toed it away when it left the denim for the paper-wrapped temptation.“So you get unmarked packages often?”“Never.” Brennan joined him in standing, each of them observing the otherwise-innocuous item. “Someone delivered it, right? It can’t be too touchy. Maybe if we just peel back a corner?”“Or maybe that’s exactly what someone wants us to do. Next thing you know the whole thing blows up in our faces.
