Page 83 of Final Exit

He pressed his fingers against her lips. “I know. We need to talk. There are a lot of things we need to discuss. But that’s a conversation I want to have without an audience. And you and I both need to focus right now so neither of us gets killed. How about a truce?”

She pulled his fingers down from her lips. “A truce. Okay, I can do that. As long as we have that talk, soon.”

“Promise.”

“Did you come in here with a plan?” she asked. “This rock isn’t wide enough for you, me, and the two Muppets over there.”

“Hey, lady,” the blond guy whispered. “Would you stop—”

“Talk to the hand.” She held up her hand and didn’t bother looking at him.

He swore. Loudly.

Gunshots rang out again, echoing around the cavern as the bad guys shot at them again.

When the shooting stopped, Bailey gave blondie an incredulous look. “Seriously?” she whispered.

He glared at her and clamped his lips together.

Kade hefted his pistol. “The plan is to even the odds a bit more.”

She grinned. “I like how you think. In three?”

“Two, one...”

He leaned right. She leaned left. They popped off a good eight shots each before they were forced to duck back for cover again. Screams of pain erupted from some of Faegan’s men.

“I winged two,” she said. “They won’t be able to shoot at us. I think you took out the one on the right.”

“That leaves three. The odds are ever in our favor now.”

“Hunger Games.Love it.” She gave him a fist bump.

Gunshots rang out right beside them. Kade instinctively threw himself on top of Bailey. They both turned their heads to the side, realizing at the same time that the two Equalizers had finally joined the fight. Blondie and his partner finished firing a dozen or more rounds before ducking back down.

Cursing and shouting sounded from the bad guys.

The man on the other side of blondie held up one finger, not the middle one.

“Hey, looks like he got one.” She gave him a thumbs-up.

He grinned like a kid in a candy store.

“About time you grew a pair,” she whispered loudly.

His smile disappeared. “Bitch,” he whispered back.

“Takes one to know one,” she answered.

“Bailey,” Kade said. “Are you always like this when people are shooting at you?”

She thought for a moment. “Yeah, probably. Why?”

He kissed her again, taking his time, in spite of their audience. Bailey didn’t even try to stop him. It felt way too good. By the time he lifted his head, she was breathing heavy.

“Wow,” she said.

He laughed. “What’s it going to be? Run for the tunnel and lay cover fire for our two friends when it’s their turn? Or try to improve the odds one more time?”

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