Page 46 of Wicked Devotion
“Which unfortunate recruit did you steal this from?” Somehow, the words come out snarkier than I had expected.
“Jealous, sunshine? Do I have to go back and get you something so you don’t pout for the next few hours?”
I don’t respond, and Logan rolls his eyes while letting out an exaggerated sigh. From the second he entered the room, Lily went quiet as a mouse.
She knows something is up, and I can’t blame her for trying to stay out of it. I am also well aware that Logan won’t accept her chosen role as a silent observer. There’s no place for a different point of view in Logan’s world. If you’re not on his side, you are aproblem.
“Not even a thank you after I got you such a lovely present?” he asks Lily, crouching down in front of her.
“Thank you,” she says, and when Logan meets my gaze, his lips twitch.
He turns his head to the side, tapping on his cheek. “A proper thank you, sweetheart.”
Lily leans forward to give him a kiss on the cheek, but once she’s close enough, he moves. The surprised laugh Lily lets out hurts almost as much as the fact that Logan blatantly used her to provoke me. And, of course, he’s so fucking full of himself that he winks at me while Lily smiles against his lips.
In certain situations, I enjoy his ability to push my buttons, but right now, the only fantasy going through my head involves his handsome face meeting the wall.
I like being in Mexico.I really do, in theory, and when I’m in Red’s air-conditioned mansion.
After five minutes outside, I turn into a whiny mess. Twenty-five more minutes, and I make iteveryone’sproblem. Wet is fine. Hot is fine. But wet and hot? That’s bordering on a violation of my human rights.
I stopped checking my watch an hour ago. Time loses its meaning when you’re sweating out your will to live.
Unlike me, Logan thrives in the jungle. Eighty percent humidity doesn’t bother him at all. He actuallyenjoysit, like he’s a houseplant you put next to a humidifier. There’s honest joy showing on his face while he lies on the ground, his sniper rifle pointed at the front door of the small cabin we’re observing.
“Did you see the huge plant we passed on the way up here? I think Charlie has one of those.”
“Mhm.”
“His is tiny, though. We should dig that one out and give it to him. Isn’t his birthday in two months?”
“Yup.”
Since we arrived in Mexico, Logan has tried to make small talk. When we had dinner with Red and some of his men last night, he even put his hand on my thigh. The problem is that I’m itching for a big talk, and I can’t imagine many things that are less likely to happen. So, I try to adhere to my plan of giving him the cold shoulder by sticking to one-word answers.
“Stop pouting,” he says sternly. “Ungrateful brat, look how beautiful it is out here.”
Frowning, I squash the mosquito that enjoys his lunch on the back of my hand. Sam was friendly enough to share his—apparently useless—insect repellant with me. It came in a plain black bottle, and he repeatedly told me not to use it indoors. At this point, I’m just waiting for a third arm to grow out of my stomach since I don’t think it’s doing anything apart from altering my DNA.
Either that or it simply dripped off of me by now because I’m feeling like a wet rag someone forgot in the sink. Probably smell like one, too.
“Very beautiful. So marvelous I want to strip my skin off and—“
Logan shushes me before I can pick up speed.
There’s finally movement inside the cabin, and a look at my watch confirms what we already know. Our targets are late, really late, unless Red’s informant gave us the wrong time frame.
“Three going out the back,” Rockwell’s voice comes through my earpiece, and I crouch down to make sure we remain hidden. “There’s not enough product in the cabin to justify such a big transport. Sam and I are going to follow them. You and Logan take care of the other four in the house.”
“Affirmative,” I say while I get up and lean againsta tree.
A shiver runs down my spine when I turn my head, and a humongous spider dangles right in front of my face. But now is not the right time to freak out, so I focus on Logan instead.
“Ready, sunshine?” he asks, his finger hovering over the trigger.
“Ready.”
A man leaves the cabin; and hits the ground before the one behind him even knows what’s going on. Logan fires another shot, and now it’s two against two. An easy job.
