Page 98 of When He Hunts

Her eyes opened once more when the plane dipped and swerved. Even as her breath stuttered out, Luna began to plan. Because she was most definitely going to betrouble.

He was at the airport.Only he didn’t see a freaking amphibious seaplane waiting to go on the runway. He’d barreled into the small facility with Kane on his heels and the attendant up front had practically run away from them in fear. It had taken too long to arrive at the place. He needed a flight. He still couldn’t get Tyler or Esme on the phone, and he was about to lose his mind worrying about Luna.

Ronan’s phone rang. He snatched it up and put it to his ear even as he glared through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the runway area.

“We have a problem,” Gray informed him.

“That is not what I need to hear.”

“I’m tracking you right now, and according to my intel, you’re over a large body of water. You’ve moving way too fast.”

What?He wasn’t moving at all.

“Where are you, Ronan?” Gray wanted to know.

“Standing in the damn airport waiting for my plane.” A plane Gray had promised him.

Gray exhaled. “Different question. Where is your watch, Ronan? The watch you always wear. The one I use to track your crazy ass because it has the absolute best tech installed on it. Secret shit that the government hasn’t made available to the outside sector.”

Automatically, Ronan glanced down. No watch. “I left it.” When he’d left Luna.

“Your watch is heading toward the airport,” Gray told him. “And since watches don’t move themselves, I think someone is carrying it. Or wearing it.”

He surged closer to the windows and peered out at the storm. Kane followed him, not saying a word.

“Who has your watch?” Gray asked.

“It…could be Luna. I left it in our bungalow.” Would Luna have grabbed his watch? Or maybe Tyler?

“The watch is coming in, and it’s coming in fast. I want you to stay out of sight until I see what’s happening.”

Until I see what’s…He stiffened. “You’re here, aren’t you, Gray?” Tricky bastard.

“Things are approaching a head faster than I anticipated.”

“Did you fucking set up Luna?” Rage threatened to overwhelm him.

“No.I didn’t. I swear it. But when the hit got placed on you, I knew I needed to move. Figured you might need me. I came on Kane’s heels. I’m—shit, I have a visual on the plane.Do not interfere, understand?I haven’t located Marcus yet. This scene is not secure. I repeat, the scene is not?—”

He could see the flash of approaching lights. Ronan hung up on Gray and rushed toward the corridor that led to the runway. Two security guards tried to stop him. Hilarious.

“You don’t want to do that!” Kane shouted at them. And before Ronan could knock their asses out, Kane flashed some kind of government ID at them. The men backed off. Ronan ran through an additional screening area as Kane yelled orders at everyone. Official sounding orders. Then Ronan was outside. Rain pelted him and lightning flashed around the plane as it descended. He raced forward.

Only to be hauled back. He whirled, ready to drive his fist right into Kane’s face.

But Kane wasn’t there. A soaking wet Gray was.

Ronan let his fist fly. It slammed right into Gray’s face. A rapid hit. Gray swore but didn’t let him go. “Dammit, don’t compromise this even more.”

Kane appeared. He grabbed Ronan’s right arm. Kane and Gray dragged his ass to the shelter of a shadowy hangar just as the seaplane rushed toward the airport. It dipped, weaved with the wind, and Ronan almost stopped breathing because he thought the plane might crash right in front of him. But it steadied. Slowed as it eased down the runway.

Stopped.

“Do not move,” Gray gritted in his ear. “You don’t understand the players. I’m trying to keep innocent people alive.”

The plane’s door opened. The pilot stayed in the cockpit, but one guy climbed out. Ronan couldn’t see his face clearly. The prick reached into the rear of the plane and pulled out…

A woman.

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