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My heart slammed against my chest as he tugged my braid once, angling my head better. Then his tongue swept over my lips, demanding entrance. We weren’t just in the kitchen anymore, but the back of a car. The hot, albeit swift, kiss he gave me imprinted on my soul.

Jerking back, I blinked up at Remy. “For luck?”

Had I imagined him saying that?

His smile deepened and then he kissed me again. His tongue dueled with mine and I forgot all about the fact he hadn’t answered the question.

Chapter

Six

LOCKE

The alert hit my phone within seconds of me opening my eyes. I had no idea if it was the alert that woke me, or something else. I rolled off the bed, already dressed. I had final watch for the night. It was the most challenging, because it was in the slower, darker hours when I most often wanted to sleep

But I’d trained myself to be a light sleeper a long time prior. I always woke at two, dressed, did a sweep of the house and confirmed that McQuade or Remy—whomever had the first shift—was knocking off to get sleep. Then I returned to my room and put my feet up. I could doze just as easily as sleep.

My internal clock was more reliable than any watch. It knew exactly how long I was allowed to sleep before I did a sweep. It had been less than thirty minutes since the previous sweep. The fact the alert hit my phone confirmed why I was awake.

One glance at the screens told me why.

Fuck.

Straight out of my room, I crossed the hall and opened McQuade’s. “We’ve got company,” I told the man who sat up as soon as I pushed the door inward. He was up and I pivoted to alert Remy on my way to scooping up Patch.

Remington’s door was already open.

Convenient.

Go bag in hand, I headed for the kitchen, following the scent of coffee. The assassin was definitely in the kitchen, wrapped around a dynamite package with dark tipped blonde hair and a sassy mouth.

Not that I could see said sassy mouth because the British assassin was currently devouring it, while gripping her braid in one hand. Filing all of it away for later, I cleared my throat.

They didn’t spring apart so much as Patch gave a jerk and twisted in Remy’s arms. While he just gave me a look of mild irritation. Swollen, pink lips that were extremely kissable parted as she stared at me. In the half-light of the kitchen, her pupils were the size of saucers and she was absolutely delicious.

Right. Filing that away too.

“We’ve got company. Patch, grab your go bag. You’re with me.” The passion on Remy’s face vanished as he released her and pivoted to study the screen showing us the SUVs coming up the long drive.

Five of them.

If we could see five, then the chances were highly likely there were far more out there.

“Go,” Remy said, turning to Patch and giving her a gentle push toward him. “Trust Locke. He knows where we’re meeting. Stay with him.”

“I—”

“Don’t argue, woman,” McQuade snapped as he strode through the room, armed for bear. “You can tell us off later. Right now, you need to trust us the way we trust you. Go.”

The hitch in her step lasted for three seconds. If she resisted too much, I was going to have to throw her over my shoulder and go.Notideal.

“Be safe,” she said, sounding more Patch than she had in days as she swept her gaze from Remy to McQuade and back. “Don’t get dead.” Then she looked at me. “I want my machine.” She pointed to her computer. “Just the tower, we can replace everything else.”

“Got it.”

She was already striding for her room and I pulled the plug on the equipment and yanked the cords from the hard drive. Remy slid a case toward me that he’d grabbed from the closet and I set the tower inside it, then locked it closed. It wouldn’t protect it from everything, like bullets, but it gave us a better chance of not damaging the equipment on the go.

Not even sixty seconds later and she was back, coat and boots on. She had a bag over her shoulder and she met my gaze as she tugged on a dark hat over her blonde hair. Smart girl. We didn’t need any light playing off of her.

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