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Black clucked her tongue. “We don’t really have time for this. Star would probably have told you I was called Temper.”
My brows rose as the text conversation Star and I had about a woman called Temper rammed me in the frontal lobe. “You’re related to Dead To Me?”
To none of my brothers would I admit that I croaked out those words.
She winked. “First cousins.”
Though I was relieved to know that she was on ‘Team Star,’ I was still confused as fuck.
Reinier groaned and a puddle of piss soon joined him on the floor.
Grimacing and taking a step back, I demanded, “What the hell is going on? Is this a trap?”
“Not for you,” she drawled then kicked out her foot and aimed it at the director’s head. “God, I’ve been wanting to do that for a fucking lifetime.” She clicked her neck and bounced on her toes before slamming him in the side like he was a football she wanted soaring through the goalposts at MetLife Stadium.
Brow still furrowed, I rasped, “This has to be a setup?” Either that or a goddamn joke.
“Meh, less of a setup. More a fortuitous chain of events.”
“Not for him.”
“For us. For Star. Definitely not for him.” She shoved the gun at me. “Do it. She’ll appreciate it.”
“She won’t,” I predicted, pressing my hands back against my chest to avoid the weapon.
Team Star or not, the woman was completely deranged.
How had Star described her?
Yeah, that was it—as temperate as a Category 7 hurricane.
Which, considering Cat 7 was only a hypothetical, didn’t say much for this super soldier’s sanity.
My refusal had her scowling. “If you’re too chicken shit—”
“What is this? Kindergarten?” I laughed. “I’m very comfortable in my masculinity, agent, so you can’t peer pressure me into killing him. Star wants him dead, sure, but she’s got a plan. No smart man gets in the way of a woman with a plan.”
Her gaze locked on me for a handful of moments. “I can’t deny you’re smart. Tonight alone proved that. They really expected the Eagle’s Claw platform to hold up under your cracking.”
“This wasn’t a part of the scheme?”
“Nah.Thisis improv. Fortuitous chain of events, remember?”
“Nothing is ever that fortuitous,” I drawled, peering around the boardroom. “What’s going on, Temper? Why am I here? Why did he want to speak to me? The Head of the NSA doesn’t shake my hand every time I work on a case for him.”
She hitched a shoulder. “You’re lucky that I wormed my way onto this division at Star’s request. That guard outside the door was supposed to take you out.”
“For dinner and dancing would be wishful thinking, I suppose?”
“Very wishful thinking.”
“I knew my gut was right.”
“Why do you think I got you the pizza?”
“Last meal just in case this didn’t work out? Except this isn’t a plan, is it? It’s improv.”
She clicked her fingers. “Exactly. They wanted you to be incapable of cracking the platform, then they were going to kill you so you couldn’t discuss Eagle’s Claw with anyone. The place is a ghost town so no one would see you come or go.”
