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He looked up. Reba Jackson had come in and closed the door behind her.
He frowned.
“Ways to know where the Bryant League might be targeting us next?”
“My sister. She’s in the CIA. She can help me track them down, chart their movements. We can get ahead of these guys, stop them before another bomb goes off.”
She drew in a breath, as if considering his words.
“I’ve seen up close what these guys do. I know what to look for.” And if he had to, he’d pull out his final card—his brother Ford, active duty Navy SEAL. Not that Ford could probably help, but it added someoomphto the Marshall family résumé.
And yeah, Tate would call him if he had to.
Reba stepped up to the bed. “It’s plain that you have feelings for my daughter, Tate.”
He didn’t move, because she looked none too happy with that statement, her mouth pursed.
“But I will admit that perhaps you can help my team keep us safe.”
He made to add to his case, but she held up her hand. “But my daughter fired you, I believe.”
Oh, what was she?—
“So if you join our protection team, it will be under my purview.”
Yeah, he knew what was coming next.
“Which means you need to keep your…affections for Gloria to yourself.”
Yeah, well, she hadaffectionsfor him too.
But he nodded. No problem, ma’am. Because they just had to get clear of this threat and maybe Glo would see that she didn’t need to be afraid.
He wasn’t going to die.
Senator Jackson seemed unconvinced, so he held out his hand to her. “I promise to keep my distance from Glo. As long as I get to make sure she’s safe.”
Reba raised one sculpted eyebrow. “You can do that? Stand on the sidelines, watching her back as she attends parties, speeches, and events?”
“Ma’am, I can do anything if it means keeping Glo safe.” His hand remained outstretched.
“Even if she’s on someone else’s arm?”
He frowned but forced it away. Hardly. Glo wouldn’t…
Something about Reba’s expression slid a cold trickle through him.
Still, he nodded slowly. “I’ll keep her alive. No matter what.”
“And use your CIA connections to find out about the Bryant League.”
“That too.” Please, Ruby Jane, don’t kill him. But she had been the one to offer help when she discovered the domestic terrorist group was targeting Senator Jackson.
“You even look at my daughter with anything more than a professional gleam in your eye, Mr. Marshall, and I’ll not only fire you but make sure your professional security career goes down in flames.”
Now he raised an eyebrow. But gave another slow nod.
She took his hand. “Get better. I’ll see you in Nashville.”
