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What the hell wasthat? Lark’s senses were still reeling from Clay’s behavior. The kiss, his grip on her ass and the way he slid one finger beneath the curve, inching itsoclose to her pussy left her panting.
Not to mention his gritty tone that fanned the flames he just created. And that alpha chest-thumping act had her insides clutching with want.
In fact, she already had a list written up in her mind with things she wanted to do to him when they were alone.
She got partway through the list before she realized she should be paying attention to the discussion.
Julius and Jennings had taken chairs at the table. One was kicked back with one leg extended and the other leaned an elbow on the table with his hand in a fist that he occasionally bumped pensively against his lips.
Clay sat adjacent to Lark, all business and hotter than ever.
But now that she knew how easily he could slip into being her lover, she burned to see it again.
Julius grunted, which everyone took to be the opening of his speech. “Ross wants us to give you a hand, but we’re not sure where we fit into this op. Neither of us can disarm a bomb, and even if we could, you’re the one working closely with the FBI. Shouldn’t they be providing backup?”
Clay shook his head. “You’d think so, yeah. But that’s not the case. This task force has been a fuck-up since the inception. That leaves me spread thin, a lone wolf on the hunt for justice. Two nights ago I was taking down a guy who wanted to bomb a church, and then this bomb drops into my hands the next morning.”
Lark studied his face. “You didn’t tell me what you were doing that night. You don’t think that guy and my guy are related, do you?”
“Yourguy? Meaning the guy off the app? Been wondering that.”
Jennings dropped his fist from his mouth again. “We received an FBI report about the bomb squad being attacked in transit to you.”
Clay and Lark tensed, waiting to hear what he had to share.
“The unit was jumped right before they hit the interstate. The one who was injured lost the fight for his life, and three others got away.”
“Damn.” Clay’s voice was quiet with the echo of regret. She was sure that anytime a man on the right side of the law fell in the line of duty, he must feel the shockwave.
“Yeah.” Jennings grew silent too.
After a heavy moment, Clay asked, “Any word on who the suspects might be?”
Julius bobbed his head. “FBI thinks the attack came from someone on the inside.”
Lark sucked in a breath and held it. This was exactly the type of story she should be reporting. Her brain was already stringing together sentences and a headline with a damn good hook.
If only she had a pen and some paper…
She glanced around and saw none. Just as well—the guys wouldn’t exactly like her scribbling notes about what they said in this very private meeting in a safehouse in rural Colorado.
Clay blew out a noisy breath. “That means we can trust no one.”
Jennings nodded. “Us against the world.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Julius’s statement kicked her literary brain into overdrive with all the meaning behind his words. What had these boys from Georgia gotten up to when it came to danger? She could only guess by their dark looks that they were often on the wrong side of the law in order to be on the right.
Then Clay…
She shivered as she directed her attention to his face. He was running around in the dark with church bombers. At any moment he could die—and, well, that hurt too much to dwell on for more than a split second. She pushed away the thought and shifted her knee under the table.
It brushed something hard and stony.
Clay shot her a sideways glance.
That boulder was his knee.
She applied pressure with her own.
