Demon Fire (Angel Fire #3) - Marie Johnston Page 0,70

and Andy, they’d have to be careful.

He peered out the window. “I think there might be a thrift store a few blocks away.”

“The walk might be more exciting than we want in this part of town.”

“It’s not like we have anything to steal.”

She peeked outside from under his arm. “True. I’m ready. But can you hang on to these?” She handed the phone and the ultrasound photo to him.

“Are you sure?”

Her gaze was on the picture. “I don’t have pockets.”

She didn’t want the picture ruined. Seeing the baby on the ultrasound monitor had rocked her and she hadn’t spoken much about it since. But protecting the picture said a lot. “I’ll have to fold it to get it into my wallet.”

“It’s okay. Thank you.”

“You’ll get more during the bigger ultrasound.”

Her eyes flickered and her smile was fleeting. “Hold on.” She darted into the bathroom. The water ran for a few seconds and then she was back.

Whoa. Her hair was slicked back like she was an assassin after a target or going out clubbing. She’d tied her shirt at her hip. The soft curves of her body were on full display. A slight round to her lower abdomen only added to her sex appeal. The canvas shoes lent legitimacy to her look, like she wasn’t trying too hard, this was her norm.

She’d pulled off a disguise without changing outfits and dying her hair. Her eyes were a bright blue, but without the flurry of her chin-length hair, her edgy new look was nothing like before.

He patted his torso like he was feeling for a hidden costume. “Think it’ll work for me?”

“If you slicked back your hair, then we’d be trying too hard.”

“It’s obvious you know your shit.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s sexy.”

Her blush was adorable. “I was more tech support, but I worked really hard to be competent at every aspect of my job.”

He had no doubt. Opening the door, he stepped out and stretched, using the time to study their surroundings.

Sierra pushed her damp hair back. “We can get some sunglasses at the gas station on our way to the thrift store.”

Sunglasses and snacks were purchased without incident. They only passed a couple of pedestrians tucked into their hoodies on the way to the thrift store. It was sweater weather, but Sierra didn’t complain. She walked like a boss, her hand in his. Their silent alarm if she spotted a demon was a firm two squeezes on his hand. She hadn’t used it yet.

At the thrift store, they picked out new pants and a hoodie for each of them. She found a beanie that smelled like it’d just been laundered and he discovered a black hat with the tags still on.

The cashier was a lady in her sixties with salt-and-pepper hair and sleeve tattoos down to her hands.

“My phone got busted,” Boone told her. “Is there a place that’ll let me call for a ride?”

The cashier inspected him, chewing her wad of gum with her front teeth. “I can call a taxi. I don’t do that Uber shit.”

Relief filled his smile. “I’d really appreciate it.”

“Mmhmm.” She grabbed a landline phone and hit speed dial. Sierra pretended to study a tray of random kitchen utensils on the end of the counter, but she was secretly watching the five other shoppers in the store. “Yeah, got a couple that needs a ride.” She put the phone under her chin. “Where ya goin’?”

“Sam’s Town.” They’d change the location once they got in the cab.

The cashier hung up, bagged their items, and handed the bag over. “Can’t wait in here.”

“Appreciate it.” He’d rather wait inside, but the goal was to be discreet.

Taking Sierra’s hand, they walked to the corner of the parking lot, nonchalant as could be.

Sierra dropped to a squat and dug out her maroon hoodie and beanie. She handed him the hat and his gray hoodie. Warmer and more incognito than before, they waited.

Ten minutes later a taxi pulled up. Sierra stood and watched the car pull into a spot right in front of the thrift store. She slipped her hand into his and squeezed twice. Then she put her mirrored sunglasses on like she had an eternity.

Fuck. The driver? If they sent him away, it’d raise an alarm. Same if they changed their drop-off. He scratched his beard. He should’ve gotten a razor from that gas station and shaved as soon as he got into a bathroom.

The driver’s gaze jerked from window to window. Boone opened the back