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I lay the weapon back down on the shelf. “We have the upper hand right now and we have to keep it. The Harts don’t know I’ve tracked them. They probably don’t know about you either.”
“Uh-huh…” Archer hums.
I gesture around the room before walking out. “Grab what you need.”
“Need for what?”
“To catch a Hart.”
“And then, what?”
I slide my laptop back into my messenger bag. “Then…”
My brain twitches with yet another bad idea but the consequences of this going south aren’t nearly as horrible as the thought of losing Caleb. Again.
“We’re taking a trip to Hollywood.”
Chapter 17
Caleb
Then
I stare down at the disassembled revolver pieces littered about on my cot. This is the third time I’ve cleaned my weapon this week, but I don’t care. Mindless, menial tasks are just about the only thing keeping me sane right now.
What the hell was I thinking in that jeep? Scratch that. I know exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking about how I could barely recall the last time I’d gotten any. I was thinking about how I can’t stand most of the men around here but then in walks Boxcar. He’s normal, smart, practically adorable in just about every way. Just looking at his green eyes in the dark was enough to melt my damn panties right off.
Fuck, he felt so good.
But we can’t do this. It was a one-time thing. It’ll never happen again.
Shit. I said the same thing after that kiss, didn’t I?
I’ll just have to stay away from him between missions. Shouldn’t be too difficult, right?
“Hey, Caleb.”
Dammit.
Boxcar stands at the foot of my cot with his arms crossed. I look away, scanning the empty tent, hoping that someone else will walk in here and interrupt whatever the hell he’s about to do.
“Go away, please,” I say.
“Hey…” He holds up his hands. “I come in peace.”
I drop my head down again and tighten the third screw on the side plate to keep the cylinder in place. “What do you want, Carson?”
“To talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about.”
“Just... hear me out,” he says. “Please?”
I pause, inhaling a lungful of thick, humid, desert air. Still, I keep my head down and half of my focus stays on my weapon. “Fine.”
“I know you’ve been avoiding me since the other night…”
“I’m not avoiding you. I’m your bodyguard,” I say.
