of
relief. If he could just answer that nagging question, maybe then he wouldn’t
feel the need to avoid her. Because it was a need, he realized, that couldn’t
easily be ignored. But he had to keep trying. He’d just have to find the
strength to keep on resisting her in other ways. “Thanks, man.”
“You bet. Now that we have that out of the way, I have a job
for you. Bear and I were just talkin’ about some intel we got on a possible
Collins spy. Just checked into a hotel in Conway last night. His name is Dale
Adams.” Colonel gave him a cold stare. “Find out what he wants.”
Meaning through any means necessary. Normally, he’d feel bad
about using his muscles to get what was needed. He figured it was his
conscience working overtime after the life he’d led before his accident. But if
the man was here on Collins’ order, then he was here to hurt Xan and Scott, and
Brody would kill the motherfucker for even thinking he could harm one hair on
either of their heads. Just because he needed to avoid his siren didn’t mean he
couldn’t protect her.
“Consider it done.” It’d be his pleasure. “What about Xan?”
“She’s at work, right? Roc and Bear will take turns watching
her until you get back.”
He started walking toward the exit when he spotted Blade,
still texting and smiling, probably chatting with some pretty little thing. The
boy was a serious flirt. Brody turned back to Colonel. “I’m taking Blade.” He
looked over at the man in question. “Get off your ass and make yourself useful.
C’mon.” He waved him over as he continued out the door.
Blade jogged after him, pocketing his phone, then hopped
into the wrecker. “We pickin’ up a car?”
“No. Doing a job.”
Blade’s eyes lit with understanding. “Ah, well, stop at the
gas station so I can get some smokes.”
“You need to quit that shit. I doubt all your girlfriends
like kissing an ashtray,” Brody mumbled as he backed the wrecker out and headed
down the highway.
Blade smirked. “I ain’t gotta girlfriend. But I’ve had no
complaints from any of my lady friends. They’ve had their mouths all over me
and never once said nothin’ about an ashtray.” He gave Brody that devil-may-care
smile of his.
He stifled a groan. Blade was the closest thing to a brother
he had, but the man had some serious growing up to do, which was ridiculous
since he wasn’t that much younger than Brody.
He pulled into the gas station, sliding out and walking into
the store behind Blade, figuring he could use a cold drink since they were here
anyway. He saw Blade eye the store while walking up to the cashier, but then
detoured, following Brody. Probably going to grab a drink too.
Brody turned the corner and ran right into someone, smelling
a womanly essence with a hint of vanilla, right before grabbing her arms
reflexively to steady her. He stared down and had to stop himself from dragging
her soft body up against his. Xan. Those panicked blue eyes turned sensual
instantly and he bit off a moan as his dick twitched. He had more important
things to worry about than his cock. Like her safety. What the fuck was she
doing here? Her ass was supposed to be at work every morning, and he saw her
heading that way thirty minutes ago. And now he was on his way to investigate
someone who was here to hurt her while she was out dallying around the town as
if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Why aren’t you at work?” he barked before he could stop
himself. He winced at the sound of his own hard voice, but that wasn’t his only
reaction. His balls damn near shriveled when that sensual look she’d had
morphed into one of fiery anger. She yanked her arms and he let her go, shoving
his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans to keep from touching her.
“I had some time to kill before I had to be at work. Not
that it’s any of your business,” she snapped.
He sighed, rocking on his heels and feeling like a damn
idiot all over again. He
relief. If he could just answer that nagging question, maybe then he wouldn’t
feel the need to avoid her. Because it was a need, he realized, that couldn’t
easily be ignored. But he had to keep trying. He’d just have to find the
strength to keep on resisting her in other ways. “Thanks, man.”
“You bet. Now that we have that out of the way, I have a job
for you. Bear and I were just talkin’ about some intel we got on a possible
Collins spy. Just checked into a hotel in Conway last night. His name is Dale
Adams.” Colonel gave him a cold stare. “Find out what he wants.”
Meaning through any means necessary. Normally, he’d feel bad
about using his muscles to get what was needed. He figured it was his
conscience working overtime after the life he’d led before his accident. But if
the man was here on Collins’ order, then he was here to hurt Xan and Scott, and
Brody would kill the motherfucker for even thinking he could harm one hair on
either of their heads. Just because he needed to avoid his siren didn’t mean he
couldn’t protect her.
“Consider it done.” It’d be his pleasure. “What about Xan?”
“She’s at work, right? Roc and Bear will take turns watching
her until you get back.”
He started walking toward the exit when he spotted Blade,
still texting and smiling, probably chatting with some pretty little thing. The
boy was a serious flirt. Brody turned back to Colonel. “I’m taking Blade.” He
looked over at the man in question. “Get off your ass and make yourself useful.
C’mon.” He waved him over as he continued out the door.
Blade jogged after him, pocketing his phone, then hopped
into the wrecker. “We pickin’ up a car?”
“No. Doing a job.”
Blade’s eyes lit with understanding. “Ah, well, stop at the
gas station so I can get some smokes.”
“You need to quit that shit. I doubt all your girlfriends
like kissing an ashtray,” Brody mumbled as he backed the wrecker out and headed
down the highway.
Blade smirked. “I ain’t gotta girlfriend. But I’ve had no
complaints from any of my lady friends. They’ve had their mouths all over me
and never once said nothin’ about an ashtray.” He gave Brody that devil-may-care
smile of his.
He stifled a groan. Blade was the closest thing to a brother
he had, but the man had some serious growing up to do, which was ridiculous
since he wasn’t that much younger than Brody.
He pulled into the gas station, sliding out and walking into
the store behind Blade, figuring he could use a cold drink since they were here
anyway. He saw Blade eye the store while walking up to the cashier, but then
detoured, following Brody. Probably going to grab a drink too.
Brody turned the corner and ran right into someone, smelling
a womanly essence with a hint of vanilla, right before grabbing her arms
reflexively to steady her. He stared down and had to stop himself from dragging
her soft body up against his. Xan. Those panicked blue eyes turned sensual
instantly and he bit off a moan as his dick twitched. He had more important
things to worry about than his cock. Like her safety. What the fuck was she
doing here? Her ass was supposed to be at work every morning, and he saw her
heading that way thirty minutes ago. And now he was on his way to investigate
someone who was here to hurt her while she was out dallying around the town as
if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Why aren’t you at work?” he barked before he could stop
himself. He winced at the sound of his own hard voice, but that wasn’t his only
reaction. His balls damn near shriveled when that sensual look she’d had
morphed into one of fiery anger. She yanked her arms and he let her go, shoving
his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans to keep from touching her.
“I had some time to kill before I had to be at work. Not
that it’s any of your business,” she snapped.
He sighed, rocking on his heels and feeling like a damn
idiot all over again. He
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