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The thought of that had him glancing toward the hotel again. Chaya was a hell of an agent, but her heart wasn’t in it. Natches had seen that the year before. She hadn’t wanted to be in Somerset, and she hadn’t wanted to play Cranston’s games.
“She was supposed to have resigned,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing against the bright autumn sunlight overhead. “Turned the papers in just after the op here was what I heard. ”
He was unaware of the curious looks his cousins gave him. Rowdy glanced at Dawg questioningly, but all his cousin had in reply was a brief shrug.
Natches never cared enough about anyone except his cousins, their wives, his sister, and Rowdy’s father, Ray, to check up on them over anything. He often claimed when it came to people, he wouldn’t stop the train from wrecking, because it was too damned amusing to sit back and watch the cars piling up.
He hadn’t been nearly so amused by the role Cranston had forced Miss Dane into though. He had placed her in danger, and that had pissed Natches off. Just as Cranston had placed all their asses in the fire.
“What do you need from us?” Rowdy turned back to his younger cousin, his chest tightening as it always did whenever he stared at the other man too long.
Natches was almost cold now. It had been coming for a while, but sometimes he feared that cold had taken full hold of him, and chilled him clear to his soul.
Natches seemed to shrug at the question, as though he either didn’t care, or wasn’t certain what he needed.
“Doesn’t little Lucy Moore work here?” Dawg asked then. “She works registration, doesn’t she?”
Natches nodded at the question. Lucy was a third cousin on his mother’s side, a sweet little girl, but sometimes she was a little too smart for her own good. She had put Chaya in the room he wanted her in, but she had been curious as to why he wanted her there.
“Then just wait till she leaves and slip into her room. Check her shit out and see if she’s as anal as she used to be with her notes,” Dawg suggested.
Natches glared at him. “She’s not stupid, Dawg. Those notes, if she has them, will be locked tight in that laptop and none of us are hackers. ”
“Slip in and seduce the information out of her. ” Dawg grinned at that one. “You’re good at that shit. Get her to talk, then send her ass home. ”
It was an idea, except he knew something they didn’t know. Chaya didn’t have a home.
“What the hell is up with this, Natches?” Rowdy questioned him then. “You knew her before she came here; don’t deny it. Now she’s back with no clear reason why. Maybe she’s back to see you. ”
Natches shook his head slowly. No, she wasn’t back to see him. He came with memories, and Natches knew exactly how that worked. Those memories were too painful, and they were rife with too much emotion for Natches or Chaya to willingly touch them with a ten-foot pole.
“She’s not here for me,” he finally said, wondering at the regret that pricked at him. “This is an op, boys. Anonymous call, pretty agent, and no agency gossip. Cranston’s trying to pull something over on us and I want to know what the hell it is. ”
Chaya stared through the filmy curtains at the three men gathered in the parking lot. There weren’t a lot of cars parked out there, and it was as plain as the dark glasses on Natches’s face that they were there because of her.
For a moment, just a moment, she could hear screams in her head. Desperate, clawing sounds that ricocheted inside her, shredded her hard-won composure and had her swinging away from the sight of Natches to pace through her bedroom.
It wasn’t just her own screams she heard in her head. The feel of flames licking at her, the horror and stench of death poured into her senses and left her shaking.
She had to swallow tight, clench her fists and force herself away from the memories just as she had to force herself not to return to that window and stare at the men who occasionally glanced up at her room.
They already knew she was here. So much for the element of surprise where Natches was concerned. She had hoped to surprise him with her appearance, hopefully throw him off balance just a little bit.
She snorted at that before pacing back to the window, drawn, despite her best efforts, to the sight of him.
Natches Mackay. He was almost a legend in the Marines. He had been inducted into sniper training right out of boot camp. Within four years he had a kill ratio that made her flinch at the thought of it. Then, in a trick of fate or, as Timothy liked to say, a trick of Natches, a stray bullet had slammed into his shoulder, taking him out of t
he game.
For years it was rumored Natches had never regained the ability to handle a sniper rifle again. Last year, they had learned differently. Natches was just as silent, and just as deadly, as he had ever been.
She flinched as his head turned and he stared back at her. Surely he couldn’t see her behind the filmy curtains, but he knew she was there. He knew which room she was in, and he knew once she saw him out there, she wouldn’t be able to look away.
“Put your head down! Close your fucking eyes, Chaya. Ah God. Sweet mercy! Don’t look, baby. Don’t look. ”
She closed her eyes. The feel of him lying on her, holding her down despite her struggles, her screams, still brought her awake at night.
Very few people in the world knew that she and Natches had a history. She prayed that only she and Natches knew, because if Timothy had managed to find out exactly what happened before she came to DHS, then he would never let her go. And he would have the edge he needed to pull Natches into Homeland Security rather than merely using the Mackay cousins as contract agents whenever he could manage to trick them into it.
