Page 49 of Dangerous As Sin

He offered a sheepish look of apology. “Sorry. It’s been a part of me for a long time. I get jumpy without it. A good-luck charm, I guess.”

“And last winter? I don’t remember you wearing it then.”

His gaze went hot and angry. “No…and look how that turned out.”

She didn’t want to think about how that had turned out. Or how things were turning now.

She focused back on the present. Changed the subject. “How did you get hurt?”

His muscles jumped under her touch, his flesh pebbling. “I was followed. He got in a lucky hit.”

“But this cut is hours old. Where’ve you been since?”

“I followed him. Wanted to see where he went. Who sent him.”

“And did you?”

“No. I tailed him as far as the London Docks—Ow!” He flinched as she dabbed at the wound with a damp towel. “Damn it, Morgan. That hurts.”

She grabbed his arm. “Hold still, you big baby. You know, this is getting to be a bad habit with you.”

He clenched his teeth. “Goes with the territory.”

“So you made it as far as the docks…”

“A set of shipping offices connected to a warehouse. He went in. Never came out. But when I risked a look, the place was empty. There must be another exit. I’m going back there tomorrow.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, the reason she’d barged in here snapping back into her mind. “You’re not leaving me alone again. I’m going with you.”

A smile tipped the corners of his mouth, softened the taut edges of his face. “Did the hours drag by without me?”

She rolled her eyes. “If you were hoping for secrecy, you failed miserably. I’ve been swarmed on by half of London.”

He stiffened, his eyes going hard. “Who was here?”

“Who wasn’t? First I had the dubious charms of a Captain MacKay.”

“Brodie was here?”

“That was him. Then I was set on by the entire Sinclair clan. Or at least it felt like it.”

Cam’s expression went from merely annoyed to thunderous. “How the hell did they find out we were in town?”

“Your friend and mine—Major Eddis.”

Cam let loose with a string of curses even Morgan found impressive.

“What’s his game, Cam? Why would he sabotage the mission like that?”

Calmer after his explosion, he shrugged. “Eddis wouldn’t be the first to hold me in contempt. Or want to twist the knife when opportunity arose. To most who heed the rumors, I’m no better than a government-sponsored assassin.” He offered her a grim smile. “And my reputation wasn’t sterling to begin with. So…” He spread his hands in surrender. “Eddis probably thought spilling our presence to my uncle would make me squirm.”

Morgan’s lips thinned in anger. “I wish you had

landed a punch or two. He deserves them.”

“You heard about that too, did you?” He sucked in his breath, flinching. “Careful. Don’t take your temper out on me.”

Sheepishly, she bit her lip. Gentled her touch.

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