broad, and muscles, he oozed menace, enough that if I was alone, I wouldn’t step
foot out of my Jeep. He walked toward us.
“Please tell me that’s Bishop.” If he wasn’t, I was getting the hell out of dodge.
“Don’t shut off the engine yet,” Kayden advised as the walking threat got closer.
My hands tightened on the steering wheel as the back-passenger door
opened, then Bishop was taking up space behind me. He pulled the door closed
and pushed his sunglasses up. The dark frames barely made a dent in the wild explosion of reddish-brown curls.
A coffee-dark gaze swept over me in a quick once-over before moving to
Kayden. Those dark eyes narrowed, and a thundercloud settled over the strong face. “What the hell happened to you, Shaw?”
I undid my seat belt, then turned until my back rested against the door. The
new position allowed me to watch both men.
“Long story,” Kayden brushed his question aside. “Where are we at?”
Bishop shifted his weight and dug into his pocket. “The Colonel called in the
rest of the team, but the only ones who’ve made it in so far are me and Wolf. The
others should be here tomorrow. Wolf’s got eyes on Hobbes’s house.” His hand
came back with two small ear buds. “Here.”
I took the small device and tucked it in my ear. “You really think Ellery’s going to try and contact him tonight?”
“Highly doubt it, but Delacourt’s worried about the extra shadows,” Kayden
said.
Bishop sighed. “Nice of Ellery to bring friends to the party.”
Kayden tucked his own earpiece in and arched an eyebrow at Bishop. “Are you really surprised?”
“Nah,” Bishop answered. “Until we can figure out who the other player is, the Colonel wants eyes on Hobbes at all times. Hobbes and his sidepiece will probably drag out dinner for a couple of hours before heading out. Who’s getting
dinner tonight?”
“Kayden.” My answer overrode Kayden’s and brought forth a glare. I
matched it with a sweet smile. “You have better people skills, besides…” I tilted
my head to indicate the dark bag half hidden on the floorboards behind his seat.
“Have camera, will people watch. Trust me, a woman with a camera won’t be out of place.”
“Fine,” he growled, then he turned to the man watching our exchange with a
small grin. “Where are you headed?”
Bishop’s answer was simple. “Going to report into the Colonel, then hook up
with Wolf.”
“There better be coffee nearby.” I copied Kayden’s action and clicked on the
earpiece. A soft click indicated an active line, and it was followed by Kayden’s
“check”. Mine followed, then Bishop’s.
“Wolf, status check.” While Kayden checked in, I motioned to Bishop to
hand me the camera bag. I pulled out my Nikon D3, attached one of my shorter
lenses, and then dropped the strap over my neck.
“All quiet, no movement.” A rough, smoker’s voice filled my ear. “Heard
you had some excitement on your end, Ghost.”
Kayden flicked a look to Bishop, who just grinned. “I’m fine.”
