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“Shouldn’t be too long though.”
“Where are we going?”
“Remember I mentioned several safe places we have? The warehouse is south of the city. We’ve got a stack of secure locations, and that’s one of them.”
“Gotcha.”
I turn and look at her. “Why do you stare at me when I drive?”
She reaches a hand out to stroke my biceps. “Because you’re sexy as fuck and I love watching how competently you drive. It’s a turn-on.”
I groan. “Cosette.”
“No, for real. All that alpha male commanding authority.” She fans herself. “My God. It’s sexy as hell. And you’re just sogoodat everything you do.” She sighs. “I want to see you shoot again.”
I shake my head. “You’re strange, woman. And you might get your wish sooner than later, we’ll see.”
Her eyes widen comically. “You think we’re gonna have a shoot-out?”
“Notnow,or I wouldn’t be bringing you here.”
“Okay, you don’t have togrowl.”
“I didn’t growl.”
“See, growling is such a natural part of what you do that you didn’t evenrealize it.But you were one hundred percent growling. There you go again!”
“Okay, alright, I was growling. So sue me if I hate the idea of bringing you to a potentially dangerous situation.”
“You’re so romantic in your own way,” she says on a sigh.
I love her quirky ways.
“So tell me about your conversation with Savannah.”
She tells me everything and finishes just as I pull down the long, windy drive that brings us to the warehouse. “And you were right,” she says happily, her pink cheeks nearly glowing. “You weresoright.”
I’m glad she’s put this to rest. I squeeze her hand. “I’m proud of you.”
She looks at me in surprise. “I don’t know if anyone’s ever said that to me before. Thank you.”
God, I can’t imagine no one ever saying that to her.
“Okay, listen. This is an informant, and I want you safe, so I want you to stay as quiet as you can. Don’t talk to her. Atall.Got it?”
She nods. “Got it. Wait,her?”
I give her a stern look. “Yeah. And I mean it, Cosette. I swear to God, if you talk to her, you’re inbigtrouble. I will literally bring you right back here and put you over my knee and thenno more palmier.”
“Lyam,” she says, abashed. “You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, I would.”
I check my gun and slide it into a holster, fill a second and check that as well.
“Also hot,” she says on a moan.
“What?”
