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She grabbed her glasses, shoving them on her face even asher hands went to her skirt, seeming to search for something. “I’m coming.It’ll only be a… Kenz, this is not the time.”
Kenzie? Her glasses. Damn it. He’d forgotten that sometimesLou’s glasses were more than glasses. Sometimes they were gateways to wholeworlds. Worlds where his family got a front row seat to his sex life.
“Lou, tell me they didn’t see us.”
She stopped, her head coming up, and she was truly adorablewhen she was horrified. “Your uncle says he’s going to bleach his eyeballs. Wehave to move.”
His uncle was here? “We’re not doing anything until Iunderstand what’s going on.”
She simply tore a hole in her skirt and pulled out a pieceof metal that she then managed to fold into a deadly looking stiletto. Not thekind one found on shoes. Lou didn’t wear those kinds of shoes. She was more ofa boots and flip-flops chick, but she held that knife like she knew what shewas doing.
Which she didn’t because she was an analyst. She was theAgency’s version of Bond’s Q—the super smartie who made the weapons but didn’tuse them.
“I’m here to rescue you,” she said, sitting on the bed and puttingone leg over the opposite knee. She used the knife she’d made—the one thatseemed to deny the laws of physics…maybe it was physics, he wasn’t sure, but heknew something that folded up in a skirt shouldn’t be that solid—to pry openthe heel of her boot. There seemed to be a secret compartment there.
“Who sent you? Wait. I don’t have to ask. Uncle, if you’relistening, I’m going to kick your ass. You should know better.” How dare theyput Lou in danger. She wasn’t a field operative. She should be safely behind acomputer screen. He hadn’t kept his hands off her for fucking years so shecould die trying to rescue his sorry ass.
Lou winced as though hearing something loud. “Could you twoleave the family drama for later? Yes, I hear you. No, he can’t, and I’m notabout to tell him that.” She pulled something out of the boot and jammed the compartmentdoor closed again. “We need to move. By now they’ll surely have heard us sinceI said I’m here to rescue you out loud. Rookie fucking mistake.”
Because she shouldn’t be here. He needed a plan because shewas probably right. Adrenaline started to pump through his veins. The fight wasabout to start, and the only thing he could do was try to save Lou. “You staybehind me. We’re going to barricade ourselves in as best we can.”
She frowned his way as she stood and approached the door.“Why would we do that?” She slapped her hand against a space near the handleand the lock that kept them inside. “Though you should get down. Fire in thehole.”
Fire in the… What the fuck? TJ moved, crossing the spacebetween them and tackling Lou, taking her to the floor and covering her bodywith his in a frantic play to protect her from the explosion that was coming.
And it was perfectly quiet.
He looked down at her. “Fire in the hole?”
She bit that plump bottom lip of hers. “It sounds cool inthe movies. And you didn’t give me a chance to hit the detonator.”
It was too small a room. They would get torn apart. Had sherun around Europe with C fucking 4 in her boot? “Lou, don’t you…”
Her hand tightened and there was the sound of a puff andthen the door was swinging open. Her lips curled up. “It works. You see Imodified the chemical structure slightly so I can use less and it makes farless noise. It’s also about where you place it. Oh, shit. We need to go.”
“Was machst du?” a deepvoice said. “Steh jetzt auf.”
The guard. The guard was here and would probably kill Lou.He felt the muzzle of a rifle at his neck and reacted. He let his instinctstake over. He brought his right arm back, catching the gun before the fuckercould fire. He heard the rifle clatter to the floor as he rolled off Lou andkicked up because there was no way the dude wasn’t coming after him.
“Run, Lou,” he commanded as he started to get to his feet.
And got punched. Pain cracked across his face, but he had toignore it. He brought his knee up, trying to take out the guy’s balls. Themercenary groaned but proved how well trained he was because he didn’t move. Hewas so big. TJ was big. Six foot three and two hundred ten pounds, but this guyhad at least fifty pounds on him. He kicked again and brought his arms up tobreak the hold because the guy’s hand was as massive as the rest of him. It wasalmost fully around TJ’s throat.
Not that he would let something like a lack of oxygen stophim. He saw it play out in his head. He would pop his legs open, putting hisopponent off balance, and then he would roll the fucker, grab the gun, killthis guy, and hope he could find Lou wherever she was hiding.
He was about to put his excellent plan in motion whensomething warm sprayed across his face, and the dude who was currently tryingto crush his windpipe stopped and got the dumbest look on his face. There was aknife in his throat. A slender, delicate knife sticking right out of what TJsuspected was a much-needed artery.
Then a feminine hand came in and pulled it out, sprayingblood everywhere.
He looked for his cousin or one of the members of her team.
Lou reached down, holding a hand out. “We have to go.”
Lou. His sweet LouLou had stabbeda man in the throat. She’d killed a guy. She’d killed the guy he wasgoing to kill. She hadn’t even given him a damn chance. “I was going to takecare of him.”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. “Are youkidding me?”
He pushed the now solidly dead asshole off him and reachedfor the M-15. “No, I am not. I could have taken care of him without all theblood. Do you know how hard that is going to be to get out of that sweater?It’s cashmere. That sweater was expensive.”
