Yes, she wasveryattracted to him. Yes, she’d had the best evening. No, that did not entitle him to top-secret information.
“Sorry, Tank, I can’t discuss my job.”
“Clearly, it’s dangerous. Let me get you somewhere safe.”
When he was met with silence, he made a call, drove away. Seconds later, Greystone answered.
“What happened? It’s eight-thirty. You called a team meeting.”
“I need your help,” Tank said.
“Go.”
“Sydney is in danger. I can offer protection, but she won’t tell me what she does.”
“Hey,” Caroline said. “Is Sydney with you?”
“Hey, Car,” Sydney said.
“Bring her home,” Caroline said.
“That’s the one place her supervisor said she can’t go,” Tank pushed back.
“Hold two secs,” Caroline said.
Tank pulled over. When his gaze met Sydney’s, he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry for your loss. How are you holding up?”
“I had drinks with Naomi before I went to Lost Souls,” she said. “If I hadn’t met you there, I would have gone with her… and she wouldn’t be dead.”
“Or you’d both be dead.”
Rejecting that comment, she shook her head. “When I shoot, I don’t miss. And when I’m against the wall, I fight harder. I feel like she’d be alive if I’d made a different choice.”
“It’s not your fault. Blame yourself if it motivates you to find whoever this Number One is. But your friend was tough. She fought a strong fight, and she took out the person she’d been chasing.”
Sydney appreciated that he was trying to make her feel better. She was incredibly grateful he’d stayed with her, especially since he had his own agenda.
Is there more to Tank than he’s letting on?
As she stared into his eyes, she knew the answer.
Hell, yes.
“Sorry for the wait,” Grey said.
“You got a plan?” Tank asked.
“Sydney, Grey and I will pack some clothes for you,” Caroline said. “What else do you need?”
“My laptop,” Sydney replied. “And my pillows?—”
“Sydney—” Caroline said.
Silence.
“Some makeup,” Sydney said. “A wig or two would be appreciated. Maybe just one or two pillows.”
Tank bit back a smile. “Where am I bringing her?”
