“And you’ll be safe?”
She nodded.
“I’ll be safe.”
Well, then, he’d run interference for her. He’d buy her the time she needed, even if it meant four angry men trying to kick his ass or fire him.
“Then, I’ll help you.”
She hugged him.
In that moment, she needed it more than he did, and as their Kevlar bumped, he patted her back.
“Medusa, you better not forget you owe me one. The men are going to be up my ass.”
She knew.
“I mean, it’s not the worst feeling in the world,” she joked, proving she was in there.
He snorted.
“God, you’re insufferable, Crazy Train.”
“Back at you, Toadstool.”
Only, he didn’t get to say shit.
Just as he was about to, the coms clicked on, and he turned it back on from mute.
“Boss, we did the walk around. It’s clear. Unfortunately, she’s in the bedroom. I looked in the windows to see if we could find her, and it’s bad,” Raphael’s voice said over the com.
The tone said it all.
Well, fuck.
She closed her eyes.
What hadn’t she been willing to give to make this be a false alarm? Or to be there before he could kill her?
A single tear slipped down her cheek because they’d dropped the ball. The second she came into contact with them yesterday, she should have been brought in.
Despite her irritation.
“Copy,” Ivan said. “Hold positions until we get in there,” he stated. “Any traps?”
Raphael’s voice came over the com.
“Negative. It’s clean outside. We were right about the cameras. We’re all good.”
Well, then, they had to handle this for Caspian and Rayna.
“I have this,” she said, trying to convince herself. “This is on me,” she said. “I have to face the music.”
Before he could tell her otherwise, she got out and pulled her gun. As they both reached the door, she tapped her com.
“Secure any escape routes. We’re clearing it.”
Oh, she wasn’t expecting anyone to be inside, but Rayna, but still, she wasn’t risking herself or Ivan.
