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I frowned.
Eli had wandered over to the computer station. “Bro.”
I walked toward him, giving our guest time to breathe. “Yeah?”
“We got a couple of hounds.”
Sure enough, someone was sniffing around outside. Guess they’d found Eli’s blood on the pavement. “It’s your lucky day, dude.” I stuck the Taser in my pocket. “We’ll let your friends clean up.” I walked over and leaned down, eye to eye. “Take my advice—find out a bit about your target before you go after them.”
“We know all about you, fucker.”
I glanced at his bonds. “Obviously not enough.” I narrowed my eyes. “And if you think I won’t come after you, your boss, and the rest of his toy-soldier army, you’re fucking delusional. This is child’s play. Quit while you’re ahead.”
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Chapter Eleven
“About damn time.”
Remi’s words were thrown at me as I stepped through the door of the two-bedroom bungalow where he’d taken Abby. Unfortunately they weren’t as welcoming as the mellow colors of the living room, which, after the day that I’d had, only served to piss me off.
“You got a problem with me doing my job, brother?”
“What I’ve got is places to be.”
What the fuck? I eyed his closed-off expression as he jerked on his jacket. The attitude wasn’t new, though Remi never showed it around Abby. Since he’d healed from the gunshot wound, he’d had spells where his usually grounded outlook was submerged beneath an anger I didn’t quite understand. And disappearances that made me uneasy. “Like where?”
“Out.”
I grabbed his arms as he brushed past me. “Where’s Abby?”
Remi kept his gaze on the door, his body vibrating with the need to escape. “Taking a bath.”
The words sent a rush of blood to my lower belly, but I ignored it. “You know we’re gonna have to talk about this, right?”
“About what?” Remi met my eyes finally, his own so dark I couldn’t read them. “About how much time I spend watching your woman while you’re off playing the fucking hero?”
I narrowed my eyes at him but didn’t rise to the bait, mostly because I didn’t want Abby to hear him talking like that. She wasn’t a burden, and I wouldn’t have anyone telling her she was. And I knew Remi didn’t mean it that way. He had a chip on his shoulder directed at me and me alone; I just couldn’t figure out where it was coming from.
And tonight I didn’t give a shit. I released his arm. “Check in with one of us in the morning.”
He needed time? I’d give it. An entire night off. After the session with Rathlin’s man earlier, I didn’t think we had anything to worry about. Not till we dug up some answers.
Remi smirked, but a single arched brow was enough warning for him to zip his lips. He was out the door before I could say another word.
I locked up behind him and set the security system to on. Weariness hit me as I crossed the room. It shouldn’t; physically today had been nothing special. And yet I felt like I’d been hit by a damn two-by-four. Every muscle in my body ached. All I wanted was to forget, and my feet took me across the room instinctively, down the hall, into the master bedroom until I faced the closed bathroom door that separated me from the sweetest oblivion I’d ever tasted. I might never deserve it, but I sure as hell craved it.
I reached for the doorknob, turned it.
Abby lay back in the garden tub along the far wall, her hair in a knot at the top of her head, eyes closed. Candlelight flickered across her creamy skin, and I wondered for a moment where Remi had found the candles. Say what he might, he definitely had a soft spot for my woman. We all did.
Especially me. An assassin with a weakness I couldn’t deny. I stood in the doorway and soaked in the sight of her, letting her seep into my pores all over again.
“Stop staring, you pervert.”
A grin flashed over my lips as I straightened. Abby’s ability to make me smile shouldn’t surprise me, but it did, every damn time. “Staring at a beautiful woman doesn’t make me a pervert.”
Moving inside, I closed the door behind me.
