Gunning for Trouble. HelenKay Dimon

the street cleared, Adam pulled out nice and slow. “That’s what I would do if I were him.”

      “What if he stops us?”

      “We’re just a nice couple going home from a party. Lucky for us, our sobriety shouldn’t be a problem.”

      “We’re in the middle of a police chase.”

      “Innocent people get stuck in those all the time.”

      “Where exactly do you live that this sort of thing keeps happening near you and you have so much information on it?”

      “Arlington, but you knew that, so I’ll assume you’re just engaging in a bit of nervous chatter.” He checked the mirrors and then smiled over at her. “Your neighbor must have a clean driving record, because the officer isn’t following us. Also, looks like your friend hasn’t gotten up yet and realized the car’s been stolen.”

      Her stomach turned again but for a very different reason this time. “I feel bad about that.”

      “Don’t.” Adam stole a quick look at her. “You did what you had to do and I’ll return it.”

      Part of her knew that she hadn’t had a choice, but she was too worried and panicked to think it through. “Where’s Caleb?”

      “You’ll see in about two minutes.” Amusement moved through Adam’s voice.

      “I thought I was the one with the nonsense-chatter problem.”

      “Nervous.”

      “What?”

      “I said you had a problem with nerves.” Adam pointed off to her right. “And there’s Caleb. Standing on the corner right on time, as usual. Was he always this punctual?”

      She glanced at the parking structure and the block between where they left Caleb and where they were now. “How did he—”

      “Dumped the truck, ran down the stairs, circled around the building.” Adam flashed her a smile. “You know, the usual.”

      “Impressive.”

      “Not really. That’s the easy stuff.”

      “What’s the hard stuff?”

      “You don’t want to know.” Adam pulled over and unlocked the door. “Good to see you made it.”

      “Everything run according to plan?” Caleb asked as he climbed in the backseat.

      “No issues.”

      “That’s a first.” He slumped back in his seat. “Head for the warehouse. Luke checked in. He’s on his way there, so we’ll have a welcoming party.”

      “Is it safe?” she asked as she turned around to face Caleb.

      He sat with his gun resting on his knee and his attention focused on the scenery passing by outside the window. “It’s totally secure. No one can get you there.”

      She wanted to knock the smugness right out of him. “I meant is it safe for us to drag a problem right to your friends’ doorsteps.”

      “Of course.”

      A nasty reply died on her lips when she saw Caleb’s drawn cheeks and the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

      “Fine.”

      “You don’t sound it.”

      “It’s been a long night.” When she scoffed, he focused those tired eyes on her. “I’ll be great once I know what you have in that bag.”

      “Information.” Almost everything they needed, and she hoped it was enough.

      “And what is it you know that almost got us all killed?”

      When he phrased it like that, it sucked the defensive anger right out of her. “I hope it’s worth it.”

      “That makes two of us, Avery.”