Well, they couldn’t stay here behind the dubious protection of the fence. She scanned around. “Look, there’s a small storage shed over there.” The squat structure would provide better protection.
“I see it,” he said.
“Shooter’s firing a T’norian laser rifle.”
“You can tell?”
“Yes, Justyn, I can tell. It takes a few seconds to recharge before he or she can take the next shot. At that point, we run for the shed.”
He nodded.
More laser fire hit, this time singeing the plants in front of their fence.
“Run!” she yelled.
They sprinted, both of them diving in behind the shed. Justyn landed beside her, rolling on top of her as more laser fire exploded close to them.
“Get off me.” She pushed at him.
“I’m protecting you!”
“You’re being a macho idiot. I’m the one trained for combat.”
The infuriating male kissed her. “And I’m the one sliding his cock into you at night. Gives me the right to be a protective macho idiot.”
She elbowed him again, just for good measure, and didn’t tell him some dumb little part of her liked it. He didn’t need more encouragement. Then she spotted something behind him. “Justyn, look.”
He turned his head and spotted the aquabike sitting on the sandy bank beside the oasis lake.
His grin was pure rogue. “I’m driving.”
“No! I saw it first.”
He moved into a crouch. “First one there drives.” He waited for the next round of laser fire to stop, then he took off sprinting.
Damn the man. Nissa took off after him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Nissa gunned the aquabike the last few meters across the lake and nosed it onto the shore.
Dare stood ahead of them on the sand, with his arms crossed, and a scowl on his face.
“What the fuck is going on?” he demanded.
Justyn squeezed Nissa’s waist, then swung a leg off the back of the bike. No way in hell he was going to tell her he let her win the race to the bike just so he could sit with her ass nestled against him.
Besides, watching her handle the bike was sexy as hell.
Justyn faced his brother. “Someone took shots at us outside the Memory Keeper’s residence.”
Dare’s face darkened. “Someone really wants to stop you finding this artifact.”
“It has to be the mole on board theNomad.” Justyn wanted to join Rynan and his security team and find this bastard. “Where’s Ry?”
“On his way back from the village. The Memory Keeper called us, said you were under fire. Last I heard, Ry caught our mole.”
Savage satisfaction flooded Justyn. “Good.”
