But Hersh didn’t move.
Didn’t relax.
Didn’t take his body out of the line between me and danger.
And somehow…
That scared me even more than the cartel.
Because I was starting to remember exactly why I had loved him in the first place.
5
BLAZE
The second the tavern door opened, every instinct I had sharpened.
Trigger straightened behind the bar.
I shifted automatically in front of Felicity.
Not even thinking about it.
Just moving.
The man stepping inside immediately lifted one hand. “Easy.”
Dark jacket.
FBI.
Recognition hit a second later.
“Jones.”
Michael Jones stopped near the entrance and looked relieved as hell to see me standing there.
“Blaze.”
Trigger relaxed slightly beside the bar. “Well, that explains why he walked in like he owned the place.”
Michael ignored him, his attention already moving past me toward Felicity.
The second he saw her, concern tightened his expression.
“You okay?”
Felicity let out a shaky breath. “I think so.”
Think so.
Not yes.
Didn’t like that answer one damn bit.
Michael took a few steps closer, stopping when he noticed I still hadn’t moved out of the way.
His eyes flicked toward me briefly.
