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He took a step closer. “Don’t be. You’re not alone anymore. I’ll help you.”
“Why?” People always expected something. No one did anything for nothing. “You want to get a big paycheck?”
He made an angry noise. “No, because it’s the right thing to do. The bastards who did this need to be stopped.”
She blinked, warmth filling her chest. God, he really was a hero.
Maybe she could trust him?
“Boone, this will cause you problems. I should go.”
He took another step closer. “Where?”
She wrung her hands together.
“How about we try to work out what’s going on? Find out who’s after you?”
She bit her lip. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to be alone.
He held out a hand. His palm was wide and calloused. Then Atlas nudged her leg.
“I’ll contact a friend who can help,” Boone added. “He can also vouch for me.”
“Who is he?”
“He lives in San Francisco and owns a security company. Vander Norcross.”
Her eyes widened. “You know Vander Norcross?” Vander had done work for her father.
Boone nodded.
Then Gemma dragged in a deep breath and put her hand in Boone’s.
CHAPTERFOUR
Boone got the laptop set up just as Gemma strode back into the living area. He’d found her a pair of his shorts, and she’d folded the waistband over a few times.
His gaze dropped to her legs, then he looked away. He saw Atlas staring at him with an accusing look.
Damn judgmental dog.
Gemma sat down beside him. She looked much better after her shower. Her damp hair was in a braid, tied with a rubber band he’d found for her.
“Vander’s company has done work for my father before.” She tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. “My dad says Vander is one man he’d never cross.”
“We’ll sort this out.”
“Boone…” She pressed a hand to his knee. “Thanks for helping me.”
“Anyone would.”
“No, they wouldn’t.”
He frowned at her, sensing more to her words, but the laptop screen flickered, and Vander Norcross appeared.
Boone’s old commander was Italian-American, with dark hair, a serious face, and blue eyes so dark they looked black. He emitted that vibe that warned you not to mess with him. He had since the first day Boone had met him in Ghost Ops training.
“Boone,” Vander said.
