it?”
“Midnight.”
He groaned. “What’s up?”
“Someone shot at us tonight.”
Right away Geo snapped to attention and scrambled out of bed. “When? Where did this happen?”
“Outside Kenna’s apartment complex about an hour ago.”
Geo yanked a T-shirt over his bare chest. “Did you call the cops?”
“No.” Drake placed his hands on Kenna’s smooth shoulders. She immediately tensed.
“Bobby, Geo, this is Kenna. She’s agreed to help us on this case.”
She snorted. “Like I had a choice, Agent March.” She shook hands with each man. “Do all you guys look like Cornhuskers linebackers?” Her gaze raked Geo and Bobby head to toe. “Bet you’ve got no problem going undercover as exotic dancers.”
Geo grinned. Bobby’s brawny chest puffed out beneath his flannel pajama top.
“Which one of you sneaky spy guys stalked me today?”
Bobby and Geo exchanged an amused look which for some reason set Drake’s teeth on edge.
“Doesn’t matter. Let’s get everyone up to speed so we can all get some rest. Tomorrow is gonna be one long-ass day.”
Kenna shuddered and wrapped her arms more securely around herself, seeming waiflike and lost.
Sensing her discomfort, Geo gallantly settled her in the only chair in the room. He tucked the gaudy flowered bedspread around her. Bobby asked if she needed a drink. When she declined, Geo asked if she was hungry.
Before either of them could offer her a massage, Drake snapped, “She’s fine. Can we get to it?”
Kenna rolled her eyes. And if he wasn’t mistaken, Bobby and Geo followed suit.
Drake launched into an explanation of the evening’s events and a preliminary plan for the next day. Fifteen minutes later they were done.
“This is probably the only time you’ll hear me say this, but go ahead and sleep in.”
“Thanks for the consideration, boss,” Geo said dryly.
Kenna’s eyes had begun to droop.
“Come on. Let’s get you to our room before you fall asleep.”
Suddenly she was wide-awake. “Our room?” she repeated.
“Yeah, we’re bunking together.”
“I thought you were kidding!” She shot to her feet so fast she nearly fell flat on her face. With angry jerky movements she untangled the bedspread from her legs. “Get me my own room or I’m out of here.”
“No. Deal with it.”
“You deal with the fact I’d rather take my chances at my home in my bed with a sniper than have you breathing down my neck for the rest of the night.”
“She can crash in here,” Bobby offered quickly. “Geo won’t mind switching.”
“Shut up,” Drake said. “You’re not helping.”
“I think we should consider Bobby’s idea.” Kenna sent him a shameless smile.
Big tough field agent Bobby blushed and stared at his size fifteen feet.
Jesus. She’d already wrapped him around her finger. If he left Kenna in Bobby’s care he’d probably call her a taxi and lend her cab fare. Rookies.
“Don’t you have any input in this, Geo?” she cooed.
Drake moved so fast she didn’t have time to retreat. “Get one thing straight. This is my op. Until I say so, you’re stuck with me. Everything changed when someone took shots at you, Kenna. It’s my goddamn job to figure out who and why and what’s at stake. That means you and I will be roomies for the next few days. Get used to it.”
Kenna’s chin came up. “Forgive me if I don’t do the Snoopy dance.”
Geo snickered until Drake glared at him.
“Come on.” He reached for Kenna’s bag, but once again, she slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch my stuff.”
He went absolutely still. That was the second time she’d insisted on keeping him away from her bag. “Did you pack a gun in there?”
“Where’s your gun?”
“In my room. I’m asking you again: Do you have a gun hidden in there?”
“No. But I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own suitcase, Agent March.”
Inside, Drake exploded. Outwardly, he remained calm. God. He wanted to shake her. Grab onto
“Midnight.”
He groaned. “What’s up?”
“Someone shot at us tonight.”
Right away Geo snapped to attention and scrambled out of bed. “When? Where did this happen?”
“Outside Kenna’s apartment complex about an hour ago.”
Geo yanked a T-shirt over his bare chest. “Did you call the cops?”
“No.” Drake placed his hands on Kenna’s smooth shoulders. She immediately tensed.
“Bobby, Geo, this is Kenna. She’s agreed to help us on this case.”
She snorted. “Like I had a choice, Agent March.” She shook hands with each man. “Do all you guys look like Cornhuskers linebackers?” Her gaze raked Geo and Bobby head to toe. “Bet you’ve got no problem going undercover as exotic dancers.”
Geo grinned. Bobby’s brawny chest puffed out beneath his flannel pajama top.
“Which one of you sneaky spy guys stalked me today?”
Bobby and Geo exchanged an amused look which for some reason set Drake’s teeth on edge.
“Doesn’t matter. Let’s get everyone up to speed so we can all get some rest. Tomorrow is gonna be one long-ass day.”
Kenna shuddered and wrapped her arms more securely around herself, seeming waiflike and lost.
Sensing her discomfort, Geo gallantly settled her in the only chair in the room. He tucked the gaudy flowered bedspread around her. Bobby asked if she needed a drink. When she declined, Geo asked if she was hungry.
Before either of them could offer her a massage, Drake snapped, “She’s fine. Can we get to it?”
Kenna rolled her eyes. And if he wasn’t mistaken, Bobby and Geo followed suit.
Drake launched into an explanation of the evening’s events and a preliminary plan for the next day. Fifteen minutes later they were done.
“This is probably the only time you’ll hear me say this, but go ahead and sleep in.”
“Thanks for the consideration, boss,” Geo said dryly.
Kenna’s eyes had begun to droop.
“Come on. Let’s get you to our room before you fall asleep.”
Suddenly she was wide-awake. “Our room?” she repeated.
“Yeah, we’re bunking together.”
“I thought you were kidding!” She shot to her feet so fast she nearly fell flat on her face. With angry jerky movements she untangled the bedspread from her legs. “Get me my own room or I’m out of here.”
“No. Deal with it.”
“You deal with the fact I’d rather take my chances at my home in my bed with a sniper than have you breathing down my neck for the rest of the night.”
“She can crash in here,” Bobby offered quickly. “Geo won’t mind switching.”
“Shut up,” Drake said. “You’re not helping.”
“I think we should consider Bobby’s idea.” Kenna sent him a shameless smile.
Big tough field agent Bobby blushed and stared at his size fifteen feet.
Jesus. She’d already wrapped him around her finger. If he left Kenna in Bobby’s care he’d probably call her a taxi and lend her cab fare. Rookies.
“Don’t you have any input in this, Geo?” she cooed.
Drake moved so fast she didn’t have time to retreat. “Get one thing straight. This is my op. Until I say so, you’re stuck with me. Everything changed when someone took shots at you, Kenna. It’s my goddamn job to figure out who and why and what’s at stake. That means you and I will be roomies for the next few days. Get used to it.”
Kenna’s chin came up. “Forgive me if I don’t do the Snoopy dance.”
Geo snickered until Drake glared at him.
“Come on.” He reached for Kenna’s bag, but once again, she slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch my stuff.”
He went absolutely still. That was the second time she’d insisted on keeping him away from her bag. “Did you pack a gun in there?”
“Where’s your gun?”
“In my room. I’m asking you again: Do you have a gun hidden in there?”
“No. But I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own suitcase, Agent March.”
Inside, Drake exploded. Outwardly, he remained calm. God. He wanted to shake her. Grab onto
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