The sound he made told her that Kap didn’t believe her. What the hell ever. She was still trying to figure out why someone would come after her. Was it because of the investigation or someone from her past? What the ever-living hell was going on?
He pulled into her driveway. Before he had it in park, she popped out of the SUV. Being cooped up with him for even less than ten minutes was too much to take. Right now, she was scared. And she wanted nothing more than to lay her head on Kap’s shoulder. But she couldn’t. He wasn’t hers. He didn’t want to be hers since he’d found out she was a dirty spy. And if she did what her brother had suggested before she’d left the scene, Kap would end up hating her even more.
“You need to trust him,” El said.
She glanced at the man in question, then back at her brother. “I don’t think that’s important.”
He stepped closer and looked at her. “You can play the ball buster with everyone else. I know you’re scared. This isn’t searching for some nameless asshole. This is someone who is coming after you.”
“He could come after you, too.”
He nodded. “I’ll handle that better if I don’t have to worry about you.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Yeah, you can, but he’s investigating the situation. Trust him.”
She knew her brother was right, but she knew that the moment she told Kap, he would hate her more. And yes, she played the tough former spy, but every time he looked at her with disdain, she felt her soul shrivel.
“Hey, slow down,” he said, rushing toward her. “You were shot at tonight, so don’t you think I should check things out?”
“I thought maybe I shouldn’t stand outside waiting for someone to shoot me from a distance.”
She unlocked her front door and disabled the alarm. “See.”
“Doesn’t mean no one is in here.”
“Dillon would have been alerted. I have a massive amount of security in the house. Cameras outside, sensors throughout the entire back yard.”
One eyebrow raised. She used to love that. It was so sexy. Okay, she still liked it.
“Don’t you think it’s overkill?”
“Well, seeing how someone shot at me, I think I might have been onto something.” They stood there, staring at each other. There was a tickle in the back of her throat. “I need a drink.”
She walked into the kitchen and pulled out her bottle of whiskey. After dumping at least three fingers of it into a tumbler, she walked back to the living room. She didn’t offer him any because he was on the job. Kap always played by the rules. He studied her with calm patience, as if trying to figure her out.
“Don’t.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t analyze me. You won’t like what you find.” Fear had her entire system working overtime to protect her, and even though she knew it was a tell, her lips twisted as she spat out, “Remember?”
Unfortunately, he didn’t rise to the bait. “You aren’t surprised.”
She drew in a deep breath, releasing it before taking another large gulp of her drink. It would be so much easier if he would just fight her.
“Oh, believe me, I didn’t have someone trying to kill me while I drove home tonight on my bingo card.”
“But you knew you were being watched.”
“Oh, yeah. Both El and I have been watched the last three years.”
He blinked once, then tilted his head. “Does this have to do with that lost weekend?”
She let out a bark of laughter that had nothing to do with humor. “That’s a good way of thinking about it. Although it was a little more than a weekend.”
“Let’s start there.”
