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also rising to her feet while Jamie sat back to enjoy the show.
“I don’t know why you suddenly have this interest in my life, but I can protect myself,” Livie said. She gestured to the other men in the room. “I allow them their delusions because I know where their hearts and their loyalties lie.”
Damn, it was hard for Jamie to hold back her laugh. She really liked this woman.
“You.” Livie huffed. “Well, you are what you are, right? You need to tell us what you know, and I might be able to convince them to let you walk away.”
“Walk away?” he asked, low and dangerous. “No way, baby. I let you run away once, and the first thing that happened was you got yourself into…something that isn’t normal here. It won’t happen again. You’re mine .”
“Is that right? For how long? A night? A week? No thanks.”
He shook his head. “It’s not like that and you know it. You feel it too.”
“And now we’re getting somewhere,” Brax interjected and turned to Livie. “He’s it, isn’t he? And don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Livie looked around the room sullenly, seemingly anywhere but at Brax. Jamie finally stood and took her hand in silent support. “Let us have a minute,” she said to Brax, but he shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Jamie. This is too important.”
“Yeah, it is. You don’t know him like I do. Ask Carter,” Livie said and glared at Martin. “He’s a horndog. I won’t be tied to that.”
“Would someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” Martin demanded.
“Maybe. After you tell us everything we need to know.” Brax stepped back to casually lean against the wall.
“Livie?” Martin’s question was almost a snarl.
Jamie could see the woman wanted to escape—her body was taut and her gaze held a wild look, but instead she rolled her eyes. “Sit down and answer the damned questions, Martin. I can’t you help now.”
He did so, reluctance in every line of his body—but that didn’t mean anything to Jamie.
“Let’s try again. Who do you think you work for?”
Sighing, he looked at Livie again while reaching for her. Jamie was surprised the other woman placed her hand in one of his, but maybe she shouldn’t have been. It was obvious they were mates, and Jamie knew firsthand how hard it was to fight that bond.
“We were told it was a secret, off-the-books organization investigating domestic terrorists,” he said wryly. “I’ll admit you don’t look much like a terrorist.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “I don’t understand why they said you had Livie if all they wanted was me to find her, though. They didn’t have to say they had a suspect to make it plausible.”
“No, but it is more plausible if they have someone to pin it on.”
“True,” he conceded. “It isn’t one thing in particular that made us start to think something wasn’t quite right. We report to a doctor, which is weird—but hell, covert agents show up in the oddest places.”
“Dr. Stine?” she asked. They already knew he was neck-deep. She’d seen it, and he’d tried to lure Mallory into a trap.
“Yeah.” He nodded and his gaze turned shrewd. “Then there’s the facility itself. The security is paranoid, which makes sense if it’s being used in a covert operation, but Toler and I didn’t have access to certain secured areas. And we’re supposed to be part of the black ops team.” He paused. “We spent more time actually protecting Stine than looking for anyone.”
“Because that’s mostly why you were there.”
“It seemed that way, yes.” He glanced around the room, but no one responded to his statement, so he turned back to Jamie. “And last week there was a security breach. It was very professional. No one killed, but there was a small fire in the lobby. The whispers were some patients escaped, but other than checking everyone leaving at the gate, no alarm went out and no reports were
“I don’t know why you suddenly have this interest in my life, but I can protect myself,” Livie said. She gestured to the other men in the room. “I allow them their delusions because I know where their hearts and their loyalties lie.”
Damn, it was hard for Jamie to hold back her laugh. She really liked this woman.
“You.” Livie huffed. “Well, you are what you are, right? You need to tell us what you know, and I might be able to convince them to let you walk away.”
“Walk away?” he asked, low and dangerous. “No way, baby. I let you run away once, and the first thing that happened was you got yourself into…something that isn’t normal here. It won’t happen again. You’re mine .”
“Is that right? For how long? A night? A week? No thanks.”
He shook his head. “It’s not like that and you know it. You feel it too.”
“And now we’re getting somewhere,” Brax interjected and turned to Livie. “He’s it, isn’t he? And don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Livie looked around the room sullenly, seemingly anywhere but at Brax. Jamie finally stood and took her hand in silent support. “Let us have a minute,” she said to Brax, but he shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Jamie. This is too important.”
“Yeah, it is. You don’t know him like I do. Ask Carter,” Livie said and glared at Martin. “He’s a horndog. I won’t be tied to that.”
“Would someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” Martin demanded.
“Maybe. After you tell us everything we need to know.” Brax stepped back to casually lean against the wall.
“Livie?” Martin’s question was almost a snarl.
Jamie could see the woman wanted to escape—her body was taut and her gaze held a wild look, but instead she rolled her eyes. “Sit down and answer the damned questions, Martin. I can’t you help now.”
He did so, reluctance in every line of his body—but that didn’t mean anything to Jamie.
“Let’s try again. Who do you think you work for?”
Sighing, he looked at Livie again while reaching for her. Jamie was surprised the other woman placed her hand in one of his, but maybe she shouldn’t have been. It was obvious they were mates, and Jamie knew firsthand how hard it was to fight that bond.
“We were told it was a secret, off-the-books organization investigating domestic terrorists,” he said wryly. “I’ll admit you don’t look much like a terrorist.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “I don’t understand why they said you had Livie if all they wanted was me to find her, though. They didn’t have to say they had a suspect to make it plausible.”
“No, but it is more plausible if they have someone to pin it on.”
“True,” he conceded. “It isn’t one thing in particular that made us start to think something wasn’t quite right. We report to a doctor, which is weird—but hell, covert agents show up in the oddest places.”
“Dr. Stine?” she asked. They already knew he was neck-deep. She’d seen it, and he’d tried to lure Mallory into a trap.
“Yeah.” He nodded and his gaze turned shrewd. “Then there’s the facility itself. The security is paranoid, which makes sense if it’s being used in a covert operation, but Toler and I didn’t have access to certain secured areas. And we’re supposed to be part of the black ops team.” He paused. “We spent more time actually protecting Stine than looking for anyone.”
“Because that’s mostly why you were there.”
“It seemed that way, yes.” He glanced around the room, but no one responded to his statement, so he turned back to Jamie. “And last week there was a security breach. It was very professional. No one killed, but there was a small fire in the lobby. The whispers were some patients escaped, but other than checking everyone leaving at the gate, no alarm went out and no reports were
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