Page 43 of Midnight Escape

They sobered at the same time, which made her worry.

Luke looked at her, calm as day. “Let me get this right. Some men chase you and you escape intoSlainté’s. Danny kisses you—which we’ll talk about how it was later—and you run again? Was Danny’s kiss that bad?”

Safety had foolishly been the last thing on her mind. She’d simply reacted in the moment—albeit badly—and had needed to get out of there. The question, though, dealt with the kiss. She’d been kissed before, but that kiss had blown her mind.

Knowing Luke really wanted an answer to the last question, she blurted, “It was the master of all kisses.” Her eyes widened at her disclosure.

“Oh, no,” Luke said, “You’re going to tell us all that mushy stuff.”

After being scared, relieved, feeling heated, almost dying and, finally, free and relaxed with her friends, surely, they could have this conversation. They shared Luke’s and Laura’s encounters. No rules existed except—nothing too personal or graphic. Although she had an inkling that Luke would have loved all the explicit details.

With a grin, she leaned back, bringing her calves under her, and began. “At first, I didn’t realize what he’d planned….”

Chapter Eighteen

Danny wanted to kick his own ass for allowing Moira to give him the slip. He’d waited for hours at his home, and when she hadn’t returned, he’d called Stone and felt guilty until he remembered Stone’s temporarily single situation. They’d have to get him out with the other agents. He could probably use their support.

When he’d installed the tracker in Moira’s purse, Stone had raised a brow but hadn’t questioned him. He knew using HIS equipment for personal use had to be cleared through Jesse or Devon, since they followed civilian laws when able. Besides, no one touched or approved the use of Devon’s equipment without his okay. Basically, Jesse, if he agreed, would tell you to go to Devon for his approval.

Stone’s voice sounded scratchy. Danny hated waking him at two in the morning, but Moira could be in the hands of some violent criminals. “Is this what you dragged me out of bed for?”

“The Underground might have her.”

“Shit. Give me time to get there and I’ll get it for you.”

He’d see where Stone found her and would decide from there. Some would say he was obsessed, but he wasn’t. It was only for her safety. Who the hell was he kidding? He wanted her as his friend and lover, and he was ready to say screw his brother’s claim.

Danny gritted his teeth as his stomach churned with the force of a tsunami. If the Underground had her—and he hoped they didn’t—they could no longer delay locating her. He didn’t believe it was the threat from Ireland, but he’d confirm after they found her and find her, they would.

Halting from his trek back and forth across the living room to the kitchen, he slapped his hands on the kitchen bar, dropped his head, and sighed. Fear of failure racked his body, almost paralyzing him from thinking, from doing. Closing his eyes, he felt the wetness behind his eyelids. He didn’t want to lose her. That night’s kiss meant something. It could be a turning point in their relationship.

Getting lost in his own thoughts, he jumped when his phone rang.Jackass, it’s just the phone.

Accepting the call, Stone started, “You know if Devon finds out about this, he is going to be pissed.”

In his heart, he knew that while he may get shit about it, once Devon heard her story, he’d help him. And why hadn’t he told him already? They’d all think Moira was safe based on the trail Justin had created. So, they’d say what he’d done was overkill and probably intrusive. He didn’t care. This was Moira. “Can you keep this quiet? You’ve been able to so far.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t logged on at this stupid hour for a non-op.”

Pinching his nose between his forefinger and thumb, he let any trouble he may be in slide off him. “Did you find her?”

“Um….”

His gut clenched at the way Stone started but didn’t finish. Was the address bad? No. Someone had to be there.Please don’t let it be Devon.He could pull the plug and that wouldn’t do.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know when someone logged onto my system?”

It was Devon. Why couldn’t he get a break? He just wanted to find Moira.

Ready to take on a bear, if needed to protect her, Danny prepared to battle with Devon. He should’ve figured nothing slipped by him.

Before Danny could speak, he heard AJ Hamilton barreling into the conversation. “What the fuck is going on here at bumfuck early in the morning? Don’t you think I’d get an alert when someone enters this building and who it was. I found it odd that Stone was here. Who the hell is on the phone?”

“It’s Franks. AJ, why you? Where are your brothers? Besides Devon, of course.”

“I’m here because it’s my rotation for the team support. Now, Franks, you’ll tell me what’s going on and if we need to bring your team in.”

He hesitated, knowing he shouldn’t keep her story from them, especially since this potential new threat had emerged. Declan may have asked to keep it quiet, but he trusted these men and women.

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