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“Just one moment.”
“Isn’t that what I’ve been giving you?” I asked, one brow rising without my permission.
The computer voice’s laugh was damn eerie. “A moment more, then.”
I waited more.
Finally a low whistle from Rhys got my attention. Turning to look, I saw him and Monty closing the distance between us, their gazes on the house. I joined them in front of the gate.
An offshoot of the main drive circled around the left wing to disappear behind the mansion. A massive truck zipped along the offshoot, headed toward the gate. And us.
“Is that an armored vehicle?” Monty asked under his breath.
The question was rhetorical. We’d all seen Humvees just like the one approaching us on battlefields and bases all over the world. We just hadn’t expected to encounter one in the middle of bumfuck, Georgia.
As it neared the gate, the vehicle completed a three-point turn so its rear faced us.
“Think it’s trying to tell us something?” I asked. Rhys snorted.
The back doors opened, revealing an empty space ideal for transporting prisoners. The gates blocking us from entering creaked as they swung wide, coming to rest in a vee against the open doors of the vehicle.
Sunlight filtered through the cab, illuminating Elijah Agozi’s grin behind what had to be bulletproof glass. That grin did funny things to my belly. So did his, “Hello, Beautiful. Want a ride?”
I shoved the butterflies away and glanced at Rhys and Monty. There was no doubt, with our training, that fighting our way out of the estate was a viable and likely winnable option—depending on what was waiting for us inside. Seeing the question in my eyes, they both nodded, then walked forward.
I followed.
“Excellent,” our driver said, shades of Bill and Ted coloring the word. “Let’s go have a chat.”
The doors clanged shut behind us.
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Chapter Twelve
Eli —
I glanced down at Diesel where he sat on the floorboard, ears up and alert, eyes fixed on the window separating us from the back. Intermittent growls left him as if he knew a potential enemy waited there.
“Loyal, aren’t ya, boy?”
His gaze shifted to me, and I swore when his muzzle dropped before rising again that he was nodding in response.
“Smart too.”
“We just sitting here, or do you plan to move anytime soon?” came from the back, from whichever guy was sitting closest to the window. Didn’t matter which one. I didn’t bother looking back. Raising a middle finger toward the voice, I took my foot off the brake and let the vehicle roll forward. Despite the instinct to creep along at a snail’s pace just for spite, we didn’t know how long Abby would be at her appointment this morning, and I wouldn’t take a chance on this business dragging out.
“Lost the beard, Agozi?”
My name in Mikaela’s husky voice knotted up my lower stomach. And things even farther south. “Figured you’d notice, Beautiful.”
My chuckle didn’t sit well if the noise she made was any sign. Diesel jumped onto the seat and stuck his nose to the window, his growls turning to curious sniffs.
“You think she’s gorgeous too, don’t you, boy?” I asked him, not bothering to lower my voice. He snorted his agreement.
“Got that playboy thing down pat, don’t you?”
I wasn’t a boy and this was the farthest thing from play, but let her underestimate me if she wanted.
