anyone except Caleb?”
Everyone laughed. Caleb gave Katya a rakish grin and a thumbs up gesture. Katya threw him a saucy wink.
Caleb clasped his hands over his heart and moaned.
“Woman, you’re killing me!’
Rafe shook his head and pressed his lips together to ward off a despairing grin.
“Ahem. To continue. Katya and I with Grayson’s help are going to wrestle with the Volkov conundrum. I have some thoughts that I want to share with Katya and see if she can make sense of them. The rest of you continue what you were doing yesterday.”
His voice hardened. “This isn’t news to any of you. They’ve had the Chambers girl for at least five days. We have to assume there are more girls. Every day we don’t find them is another day in hell for some very young, very vulnerable women.”
Consenting murmurs were heard from around the table.
Rafe turned to Nicki.
“Nicki, I know you are getting good information from the mothers and the girls’ friends. But we need the connections. I want you to stop interviewing people and put those instincts of yours to work. The connections are there. We have to find them.”
He glanced from person to person.
“Questions?”
When there were none, he caught her eye.
“Oh, and Nicki, one more thing.”
She frowned, wondering if he was going to harass her in front of everyone about eating. What he said was worse.
“Vlad also wanted Katya to come here was because of you, Nicki. Katya is a trained fighter, but given the violent turmoil in Chechnya, her skills need to be top notch. I want you to work with her, Nicki. Teach her some of your moves. Ways to use her size and her gender to her advantage.”
“I can think of a few ways.” Caleb hollered. “How about I work with both of them? We can get a little three way action on, and see what we can come up with. How does that sound, ladies? “
Rafe’s snort was audible over the groans and guffaws from the other men.
“Dammit, Caleb, you really are incorrigible. And, no. That is not an option. I want Nicki to train Katya, spar with her.”
Nicki shoved down a wave of anger. So Rafe thought that his precious little flower was too delicate to fight with the men? Too bad. She didn’t fight with women. She fought with men and beat the hell out of them.
She glanced up to see Rafe frowning at her.
She lifted her chin and returned his frown.
“When I have time.”
Rafe’s eyes narrowed ominously. His voice was quiet, dangerously so.
“Make time.”
When she shrugged and looked away, Rafe added, “Today. Before lunch.”
Nicki stood up and heaved her uneaten croissant across the table. She tossed her head and shot him a dismissive glare.
“Fine.”
She focused her radar on Katya.
“Be ready at 01100. That’s 11 o’clock in case you don’t know military time.”
The scrape of her chair was deafening in the silence that followed as she turned and stormed out of the room.
Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Nicki barreled her way to the Cave, brushing by three different men without returning their greeting. She was shaking, a mix of fear and anger coursing over her. Fear because she knew how angry Rafe was with her. And anger because…because she admitted to herself she hated Katya. Even as she said it she knew she was being foolish. It wasn’t Katya she was angry with. It was Rafe. She was still smarting, aching from the other night. As many times as she relived it his words still stung. They were like acid burning every nerve ending in her heart. Face it, Nicki, you’re not the kind of woman I fuck .
She scoffed. She’d bet Katya was. God, Rafe’s tongue was practically hanging out when he looked at her. But then all the men were gaga over her. How could they not be? She was the kind of woman men loved. The kind they craved. So different from her. Katya wasn’t rude or brazen or flippant. She was all sweet and innocent but with a little touch of wickedness. Thinking about how she took on Caleb, Nicki cringed. If
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