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  Who didn’t answer.

  Chapter 23

  #SubordinateClause

  Molly stood in the back of what had formerly been bingo central, staring in shock at the room. The tarps supposedly covering the renovations were down.

  It hadn’t been renovations going on behind them at all. Instead, the area had been transposed into a gaming area and now looked like a casino, complete with high top tables featuring various ongoing card games.

  Serious card games by the look of the players and the people in charge of each table.

  There was garland and twinkling strings of lights and mistletoe hanging from the rafters and several decorated trees along the walls. Christmas music was blaring out of hidden speakers. There were several elves circling the room with trays of drinks. The place positively hummed with the sound of voices, laughter, and glasses clinking together.

  No one even glanced at Molly.

  She searched for a glimpse of Janet or Santa. Or Santa’s brother.

  Nothing.

  From her bra, her phone vibrated an incoming call. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen.

  A number she didn’t recognize. Ha. Nice try, unknown number, but she didn’t even answer to people she knew. So she hit ignore and walked through the room. People were gambling in a very big way tonight. Pulling out her phone again, she texted Lucas.

  Bingo hall transformed into an underground and very illegal gambling site. Maybe we really do need backup.

  Feeling very proud of herself, and like quite the professional, she slid away her phone just as someone came up behind her. Shirley. “You’re not going to make any tips just standing there like that,” the elf said. “Get moving. Go to the bar, get your tray, and start serving.” She gestured with a jerk of her head to the bar off to the side of the large room. “You want the boss to notice you’re not doing your job? Trust me, the answer to that is no.”

  “Understood.” Molly started walking toward the bar, sneaking another quick text to Lucas.

  Where are you?

  At the bar, she nodded to the bartender. He was in an elf costume and looking pissy about it. “Hey,” she said. “How’s it going?”

  “How’s it going? My nuts are caught in these stupid short shorts like a vice and the material’s so snug it’s going to give me hemorrhoids. Worse, it makes me look all . . . lumpy, so there goes any chance of getting laid tonight. Here,” he said, thankfully not requiring a response as he shoved a tray at her. “Right now we’re serving free eggnog, heavily spiked. If they want beer or wine, that’s five bucks a glass. A cocktail is eight. Cash only. The boss doesn’t like it when the girls write down their orders. They want you to memorize them, so go do your thing and don’t screw it all up.”

  Okay then. She took the tray of eggnogs and turned back to the room. The first table waved her over and took all the drinks from her tray, saving her from worrying about what to do with them. She shifted, heading to the back of the room, planning on making her escape to go find Lucas. But just then she caught sight of Santa’s brother coming out of a narrow hallway, one she knew from bingo nights led to several small rooms, mostly used for storage.

  He never even glanced her way as he headed toward one of the gaming tables. She pretended to be busy until he walked away and then she sneaked her way down the hallway he’d just come from.

  Two doors. Both locked. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching before pulling two bobby pins from her hair to work the lock.

  Sixty seconds later, her tongue between her teeth in concentration, nearly there with the lock, a hand settled on her shoulder. Instinct kicked in, as well as everything Caleb had taught her in the gym, and she whirled and kicked out hard.

  Usually, whenever she’d practiced that move on Caleb, he’d let her connect so he could teach her how to not fall into whoever she was fighting.

  But she didn’t connect. That was because the person standing there ducked and then straightened faster than the speed of light, whipping her around, holding her back to his chest, his arms pinning hers at her sides.

  Before she could so much as draw a breath, he breathed her name in her ear, a whisper of surprise and shock in his low voice.

  Lucas.

  She sagged into him and he immediately loosened his grip, turning her to face him.

  She started to say something, but then she got a good look at him and her mouth fell open in utter delight.

  He was in an elf costume, and no one in the history of ever had filled out an elf costume like Lucas. Words failed her.

  “What the hell was that?” he whispered with a good amount of shock. “You know martial arts?”

  “A little. Sorry I almost kicked you.”

  “Are you kidding?” he asked in disbelief. “If this costume wasn’t cutting off vital circulation, I’d be hard. With moves like that, why did you pour coffee into Santa’s lap rather than kick his ass?”

  She shrugged. “Coffee in his crotch seemed more appropriate. Hey, do you know that you make a pretty damn hot elf?”

  He grimaced. “I don’t want to talk about it. Ever. You didn’t answer your phone. I’ve got the flash drive. Time to get you and this memory stick out of here and call in reinforcements—”

  “Yes please,” she agreed. “Just as soon as I get into this room. I’ve got a feeling about it.”

  “Okay,” he said and turned his back to her, watching the hallway. “Go.”

  Not having to be told twice, she went back to the lock. “I thought for sure you’d go all caveman on me and try to carry me out of here.”

  “You’ve got a feeling,” he said simply and right then she felt her heart roll over and expose its underbelly. “As for the caveman thing,” he went on. “We’ll play that game later.”

  She dropped the bobby pin, but she’d gotten the lock open.

  “Nice,” he said.

  “Not my first time.”

  He snorted and opened the door. Dark room. He gestured her in, shut the door behind them and used her phone as a flashlight, shining the glow around the room, letting out a low whistle.

  There were two long tables. One held two large duffle bags, one stuffed, one empty. The other table had some money wraps and a paper register filled with numbers. Lucas flipped through it and shook his head. “Cash entries. Large cash entries, by date. There’s already one written in here for tonight. Five grand—” Breaking off, he unzipped the full duffle bag and found it filled with cash. He looked at the still empty bag. “Someone’s going to be back and soon,” he said. “We’re out of here.”

  “Agreed,” Molly said, snapping pics with her phone. “Just give me one more minute—”

  “What the hell?” asked a woman. Janet. Standing in the doorway, she wasn’t in her elf costume, but in a Mrs. Claus costume instead, a red-and-white number that made her look like an apple dumpling. She was smiling her usual warm, sweet smile as she pointed a very small but lethal-looking gun at Lucas.

  “Criminy,” she said, pulling the door shut behind her. “You two are such a pain in my patoot!”

  Lucas reached for the gun at his back, but Janet shot him in the leg and what made it all the more shocking was that there was no real sound. She had a silencer on her gun.

  Lucas hit the floor. “Molly,” he grounded out through his teeth. “Run.”

  Like hell she was going to leave him. She dropped to her knees at his side and stared up at Janet in shock. “What are you doing?” She didn’t have to fake the quiver in her voice; it came naturally watching Lucas’s pant leg become soaked in blood as she slowly tried to reach beneath Lucas for his gun.

  “Dammit to hell, Janet,” Santa grumbled as he came into the room, followed by his brother, Tommy Thumbs. “I told you to leave these two alone, that they’d be nothing but trouble.”

  “And I told you I’d handle it,” she snapped.

  Tommy sighed and pulled a huge gun from somewhere, pointing it at Molly’s face. “Freeze,” he order