In the dim gray light, Jack leaned over a smartphone. His brow furrowed as he pressed buttons with his thumb. Sitting up, I brushed the hair from my face. “Did you get in touch with anyone? Are they coming to rescue us?” I knew the answer as soon as his eyes met mine. “No, love. That’s not what I’m doing. Sleep well?”Blood rushed to my face, and I fisted my hands. “Yes, but only because I was too tired not to. Jack, why can’t you contact the CIA or whomever you work for? Aren’t they supposed to rescue--”He clamped his hand over my mouth before I uttered another word. His sharp eyes narrowed and his usually carefree expression hardened. “Don’t, Mattie. This isn’t like the movies. I’m trying to clean up this mess without turning it into an international incident. And you can’t go spouting off names like that. These people might seem rural, but they know more than you give them credit for.”Pricks of tears threatened my eyes, but I bit my lip and urged them not to fall.
