If this blonde would allow him to contact Nitro, this new development could weigh in his favor to come back on the team.
On the other hand, if he left here with her and it blew up in his face, life as he knew it would be over. He would not expect Logan to be that understanding.
Sam ran a hand over his hair, wishing for a simple out. He couldn’t risk her leaving here without him and a black ops team rolling into Clercville.
Where the hell had she gone after they parted ways at the boat?
He’d made that two-mile hike to Angie’s place in a quick jog once he’d counted to fifty, as instructed, which allowed the blonde time to vanish.
One mistake with this plan and she’d be in the wind.
Part of him wanted her gone forever and to have never met her. He’d moved way past any sense of worry or desire to protectthatfemale anymore.
Damn her for using Angie and this cove as collateral.
He still couldn’t figure out how she’d found him in Clercville of all places.
That sent his thoughts back to the leak that almost got his team killed. Did she know who the leak was? Could she be using the same resource to find him?
He couldn’t convince himself she was connected to what happened at Esteban’s. If so, why warn Sam to get his team out before the building exploded?
He walked up the steps to the front door when a new thought hit him.
Could his people have a snitchinsideHAMR?
Nitro and Logan knew all the men better than Sam.
He shook his head at the traitorous thought on his part. Trust ran deep in the HAMR Brotherhood. He may not know many operatives outside his FALCA Team, but Nitro and Logan would sniff out a traitor.
He entered and closed the front door, leaving lights off in the living room decorated tastefully with comfortable chairs and a wide sofa, a fireplace, and a card table. No television. He didn’t watch it anyhow. He strode into the kitchen for a towel to dry his head and face. The beer had soured in his stomach. He grabbed a cold bottle of water and downed it while returning to the living room.
Stay near the front door.
He’d rather be outside keeping watch over the front door. Nitro finally got what he wanted—for Sam to see her as a trained operative. Threatening Angie was all it had taken. If anyone harmed his aunt, they’d suffer the consequences.
No punches pulled.
Headlights turned onto the driveway.
He rushed to the window. Angie coming home. Relief at knowing she was home soothed the beast in him for now. He turned on the lights in the living room and opened the door as she climbed the steps.
She stopped short of the door. “Awh yah really waitin’ up fah me? It’s only eleven or so.”
He forced his face to relax. “It’s a school night. You should be home early.” It was Tuesday and she used to tell him that as a kid on any weeknight when he visited during summers.
Laughter twinkled in her eyes. “So incahrigible.”
He’d had to look up incorrigible the first time she’d used it. This time he smiled, hoping he could keep her safe.
“I’m off tah bed. We shall catch up in the mahnin’.”
Would he be here then? He had yet to find out what, uh ... damn. He still did not have a name for that woman. He still didn’t know what she expected him to do tonight.
But he couldn’t let on.
He closed the door and said, “Wait.” Angie had been heading to her downstairs bedroom, which was closest to the living room and kitchen. He stayed in the farthest corner of the upstairs.
She waited for him. “What?”
