It was impossible to tell what time of day it was in the cabin, but the chill in the air suggested it was morning. Her question startled her bed partner. Mercer jerked awake, rolling off the side of the bed before he was completely sure what was happening. He looked around the room, cocking his head to the side as he listened. The pistol was back in his hand, his finger over the trigger. “I just thought of something,” Zoe said. Mercer rubbed a hand down his face before putting his gun back on the bedside table with a grunt. “You might consider giving me a little warning before you start in on me, Zoe.” She shrugged. “I’m a morning person.” He shot her an ominous look. She shrugged again in response. “That intel you keep talking about, does it include the location where my brother and dad are at the moment?” “I can’t tell you that, Zoe.” Mercer sat back down and punched the pillows up before laying his head back. “Okay, but you know. So ask yourself this. If the intel includes their current location, wouldn’t that be mega stupid?
