The Big Guns. HelenKay Dimon

“I know it’s not clean but it should work okay.”

      Sela’s body turned to marble. The sudden change caught his attention. His gaze shot up to meet hers. Her seething anger evaporated and in its place came surprise.

      “What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

      She blinked several times. “Nothing.”

      His eyes narrowed. “Tell me.”

      When she continued to stare over his shoulder with her mouth clamped shut, he gave up and wrapped her knee. “Better?”

      “You keep ignoring my questions. What are we going to do now?” she asked, this time her voice a bit less shaky.

      “We’re not going to do anything.”

      She leaned against the cushions. “We’re just going to sit here?” If her bulging eyes were any indication, she didn’t like the idea.

      “For a second.” He glanced at his watch.

      “Care to tell me why?”

      “I need to keep Johnnie covered so he doesn’t call in more guys to pick up where he failed. I also want him dragged in and questioned.”

      “What does that have to do with us sitting here?”

      “I can’t do it alone. We’re waiting for reinforcements.”

      “You mean more Recovery agents.” Her mouth twisted as if she’d just smelled spoiled milk.

      “You don’t sound too happy about that.”

      “No.”

      “What did we ever do to you?”

      “Adam Wright threatened to kill me.”

      The news surprised Zach…and it didn’t. When Adam had thought Trevor kidnapped Maddie, Adam’s woman, he’d stormed into Orion with guns loaded. Sela had tried to get in the way, which was one of the things Zach both admired and upset him about her. Loyalty was an impressive commodity. Too bad sleeping with Trevor blew every positive attribute apart.

      Zach cleared his throat as he blinked the disturbing idea from his mind. “I’m thinking you’re exaggerating.”

      “He held a gun on me.”

      “Well, yeah, that sounds like him.” Zach could imagine that happening. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll force him to apologize the second he gets here.”

      “When will that be?”

      Zach stared at his watch one more time. “Good question.”

      “Could you narrow it down?”

      “My guess is about five minutes from now.”