Calum poked his head out of the closet. ‘What the hell was that? You drop something?’ Jennifer grabbed her jeans and hauled them on. ‘Not me. Someone’s at the door. Don’t explore without me.’ She snatched up a T-shirt and threw it on. ‘I’ll get rid of them, back in a sec.’ Heavy thundering continued through the shop. ‘Okay — okay! Keep your shirt on, I’m coming!’ Jennifer hurried through the restaurant and paused when she saw the silhouette of a man behind the panel of frosted glass. She had a moment of hesitation before yanking the door open, ready to give the person an earful about having patience. ‘Bret!’ White-faced terror etched her brother’s face. ‘I’m being followed,’ he rasped urgently. Jennifer glanced up and down the street, grabbed his arm and hauled him inside. ‘Thank God you’re all right.’ She slammed the door, wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. ‘Jen, Jen, I can’t breathe.’ She pushed him back to arm’s length and looked him up and down.
