Page 37 of Saving Mr. Norcross
Rhys finally nodded. “Be careful, you two.”
“Careful’s my middle name,” Vander said.
Brynn cocked a brow, Rhys snorted, and Justin gave a low chuckle.
“Just go,” he clipped.
“Here.” Justin ripped open the Velcro on his vest and slipped it off. He handed it to Vander. “This is yours.”
With a nod, Vander pulled it over his head. Then he and Brynn watched both men disappear down the hall and into a room.
Vander reloaded. “Well, Detective Norcross, are you ready to have some fun?”
“I am, Mr. Norcross.” She lifted her gun. “Let’s dance.”
They both strode forward.
Guards burst through the doors.
Vander fired, and Brynn did the same.
Still firing, he saw her grab something off her belt and toss it.
It hit the floor and rolled.
Smoke grenade.
Bang. Smoke billowed into the room.
A guard charged out of the gray and a knife hit him in the shoulder. He clutched his arm and spun away.
Vander glanced at his wife and saw her hand still up from throwing the blade.
God, he loved his woman.
They racedout the French doors and across the paved terrace. The cool night air hit Brynn in the face, and she took a deep breath of it. The sounds of pursuit clattered from inside the house, and the two of them picked up their pace.
She still took a second to appreciate her husband’s fine ass as he ran ahead of her.
What could she say? She was good at multitasking.
“Come on.” He grabbed her free hand, and they leaped off the low terrace. He pulled her into the olive grove. “We need to head in the opposite direction and give Justin and Rhys time to get out.”
It was dark, and she tried to move as quietly as he did. She knew he had exceptional night vision and was grateful, because she could barely see a thing.
They hadn’t gone far when she heard a sound that chilled her.
The excited yipping and barking of dogs.
“Fuck,” Vander muttered.
They slowed and looked back. The villa was all lit up, every interior light ablaze. She saw the shadows of lots of men milling around, heard more barking.
They were setting dogs on them.
“We need to keep moving,” he said.
They jogged through the trees. Twigs snapped underfoot and she heard things rustling nearby.
