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Remington looked at him and then peered over the balcony again, not saying a word. Her eyebrow quirked quizzically at him, waiting for his answer. In the light from the moon and the darkness, even he had to agree she looked capable of tossing the guy over the railing.
“How will he know?” she questioned.
The guy shrugged his shoulder toward the room where their client was waiting. Remington glanced at him, and he knew they had the same what the fuck look on their face.
“Change of plans. I’m going to send you out with War, and he’ll take you downstairs. I’m going to go in and make a big deal about you refusing to talk. I’m going to let it slip we’re taking you directly to the jail. War will take you somewhere safe and you’ll be telling us everything. Deal?”
He nodded. “He won’t just kill me if he thinks I talked. He’ll go after my younger brother.”
“Okay. Do what I say, and we’ll protect your brother, too, if he’s innocent. Now, play your part. When you go in, War’s going to give you a shove. Make sure you call me a name or something that would be in your vocabulary.”
War pulled him out of the chair while Remington was typing. His phone beeped.
Client compromised. War taking witness to secondary. Keep client unaware.
As he walked through the room, he did his part exactly as she’d directed.
When the client asked what she’d found out, she yelled nothing then asked him if they’d told him everything. Her acting skills impressed him because she had tears forming in her eyes about Bear while apologizing to the client about allowing this to happen. The guy was eating it up.
He’d imagined he’d be coming to her rescue when they breached the room, but Remington had surprised him with her abilities. The girl he knew had changed into a capable badass woman and if he was being truthful with himself, it was a fucking turn on.
Now, he had to follow the directions and get this guy taken somewhere so they could get some answers. He’d learned a lot about the security company in the last week. They had security protocols over security protocols to make sure they knew who they were protecting. What was this guy hiding and how did he get past them?
Chapter Twelve
Remington walked outof the hospital bathroom. She’d grabbed her extra clothes and a nice nurse had directed her to a place to clean up. Bear was in surgery. She’d moved the client to one of their safe houses along with one of the security details. She’d taken his phone on the ruse that it could be tracked. She was going to let Scoop and Sarah work their magic and find out what was going on.
Their shooter had been a fountain of information. They’d been hired to take her and Bear both out by the client who had engaged their services. She originally wasn’t on the schedule for this client, but he’d demanded he wanted the head of the security company. The client would be kidnapped and then let go later after a supposed ransom payment. The shooter hadn’t known the reasons why. He’d agreed because he’d been laid off and they’d threatened his younger brother.
She wasn’t sure whether she was going to scream or cry. The relief she’d felt when War walked through the door had been immediate. She wasn’t alone. Once things had calmed down, she imagined walking down the hall and having his arms wrap around her. She could be strong but sometimes, she wanted someone to share this life with. To have a shoulder to lean on. Not someone to stand in front of her but beside her. She turned the corner, and the object of her dream was leaning against the wall.
His eyes catalogued her for injuries. He saw whatever was in her eyes or on her face and he knew what she needed. He slowly opened his arms, tilting his head questioningly. She might regret this tomorrow but for a moment—this moment—she needed him. Walking closer, she could smell the musk of his exertions earlier and his unique smell. She wasn’t even sure why it was a smell that comforted her, but it was. She wasn’t questioning it tonight. Sliding her arms around his waist, she laid her head on his shoulder and relaxed against him. For now, she didn’t need to think about what was next and how to fix this. She was a woman taking comfort from a man.
His arms slid around her, one pulling her flush against him while the other rubbed her back. His head tilted closer, his firm lips finding her forehead, pressing a kiss against her. She stood there with the hospital sounds all around them, finding comfort in his arms. In a second, she’d focus on what was next but right now, they weren’t enemies. Co-workers, colleagues, whatever she wanted to call it. It was comfortable after a shared experience.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that fear but I’m going to admit something.”
