Page 16 of Becca's Trouble

“I was hoping you’d say that. Can you and Genie broach the subject with her?”

“Of course,” Genie said, listening to their conversation. “But what does that mean for us?”

“We need to stay under the radar as much as we can. Draw no attention to ourselves, nothing that can be used against us. For now. The director is working behind the scenes as much as he can.”

“If they shut us down, it would be disastrous. Emerich will be able to continue gathering up my father’s subjects unchecked,” Genie said.

Stopping him“ is our top priority,” Cameron said.

Becca was staring off into the distance. What was going on in her head? “Becca?”

She turned to him. “Don’t worry about me. I’m very good at being invisible.”

He looked at her stunning beauty and sincerely doubted it. These women had the attention of every person in this bar without even trying. They were all beautiful and carried a confident swagger that can only be found in the truly remarkable.

Which they all were.

“Yes!” Marcie yelled again and high-fived the target, then grabbed her hand and did a little sashay across the bar, and pulling Debi with her.

Yep, every eye in the room was on them.

Becca grinned. “Could be a problem for Marcie, though. Staying under the radar isn’t in her DNA.”

Cameron grimaced. “Let’s just hope we can get the girl out of here without drawing any more attention to ourselves.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Becca said under her breath.

“Hey, everyone, this is Debi,” Marcie said.

“Hi, Debi,” Jayne said and grabbed a chair from the table behind her and pulled it over. “Join us.”

Debi took the chair, looking shy and unassuming. She was so thin a strong wind could blow her away. She clutched her knees with both hands, appearing nervous. He was surprised. He wouldn’t expect someone who appeared afraid of her own shadow to frequent a bar like this every Friday night.

Becca’s gaze narrowed as she stared at the girl, trying to get a read on her. He was beginning to be able to read Becca’s tells, which only meant he was watching her too much and getting too close. The worst part was he wanted to get closer, which could never happen. She was part of his team, and he needed to keep her there.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. The sound of her laugh, the slight husky drawl of her voice, the plumpness of her oh-so-kissable lips. More than once he’d wanted to lean forward and press his lips to hers, to taste them and feel them melting beneath his.

If he did, if he took that chance, would she push him away or fall into his arms?

His gaze traveled down the long column of her throat when he spied the large bandage on her arm, pulling him out of his thoughts and making it clear he had to stay focused.

She could have died today.

And more than just her.

Instantly, he pushed his attention back toward Debi. He swiveled in his chair and thrust out his hand. “Hi, I’m Cameron. Thanks for agreeing to talk with us.”

“Did I agree to talk to you?” She turned a skeptical brow to Marcie.

He immediately realized his blunder.

Marcie smiled. “Hear him out. We came here to meet you.”

Suspicion darkened the woman’s eyes as her brows pushed together. “Why’s that? How do you know anything about me?”

“We have reason to believe you are in danger,” Becca said, leaning forward and keeping her voice low.

Debi pushed her chair back from the table.

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