Caroline glanced at the screen. Haqazzii had quieted down. “What do you think about asking him a few questions?”
“Too soon,” Grey said.
“What about lowering his arms?”
He ran the back of his fingers down her cheeks. “He needs to know we mean business. And we need backup. I wouldn’t remove the cuffs?—”
“Whoa, you don’t think I can handle him,” she said.
“Austin, we can’t move him without backup. You gotta trust me on this. I’m a risk taker, but not when it’s just the two of us. We moved him with six of us. We gotta wait for Teddy and Dakota. They’ll be here in the next hour or two.”
“Understood. I don’t want any regrets.”
“No regrets.” He held her gaze while the air sizzled around them.
She glanced at his mouth, the temptation to kiss him a powerful pull. Forcing herself to push past, she steeled her spine. “Sounds like Haqazzii had a lot of power at JL’s company.”
They jumped on JL’s website—Federal CommercialCleaning Services—and read through the services her company offered.
“She’s cleanin’ up in the federal space,” Grey said.
“Literally,” Caroline said. “If I don’t hear from her soon, I’ll check in with her.”
“Do you think she’ll file a missing person’s report?” He pulled out the hair tie, raked his fingers through his long hair.
She followed the movement, biting back a moan. “She might, unless I tell her he returned your car and asked for a ride to the airport.”
“How’d he know where I live?” he asked.
“He found your registration in the glovebox,” she replied.
“Damn, you got it goin’ on, woman.”
“I do, and you’d be smart to stick with me.”
“You couldn’t shake me if you tried.”
She wanted to kiss him, get lost in everything Grey, and forget about reality. But time was running out, so she held his gaze for an extra beat before eyeing the screen again to check on their prisoner.
“When Slash and Prescott show up in the morning, I’ll stop by and visit her.”
“We’llstop by,” he corrected her.
“I got myself a tagalong.”
“Hell, yeah.”
Dakota arrived with groceries and Caroline offered to put everything away. After they brought in all the bags, she got busy in the kitchen. That part of the Black Site was quiet, but she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder a few times. She was far enough away from Grey and Dakota that if she was in trouble, no one would hear her scream.
A chill swept down her spine, but she continued storing the meats and other perishables in the refrigerator. Next, she made a fresh pot of coffee before stacking the cereal boxes in thecupboard. As she was finishing up, someone walked into the kitchen.
She startled, pulled out her Glock, and pointed it at him. Tank threw his hands up in the air.
“Caroline, it’s me, Tank, Greystone’s brother. I should have said something. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She re-holstered her weapon. “Just a little on edge. Do you have the laptops?”
“They’re in the hallway,” Tank said. “Are you alone?”
