I lay the weapon again down on the shelf. “We’ve got the higher hand proper now and we’ve to maintain it. The Harts don’t know I’ve tracked them. They most likely don’t find out about you both.”

“Uh-huh…” Archer hums.

I gesture across the room earlier than strolling out. “Seize what you want.”

“Want for what?”

“To catch a Hart.”

“After which, what?”

I slide my laptop computer again into my messenger bag. “Then…”

My mind twitches with yet one more dangerous thought however the penalties of this going south aren’t almost as horrible because the considered shedding Caleb. Once more.

“We’re taking a visit to Hollywood.”

Chapter 17

Caleb

Then

I stare down on the disassembled revolver items littered about on my cot. That is the third time I’ve cleaned my weapon this week, however I don’t care. Senseless, menial duties are nearly the one factor preserving me sane proper now.

What the hell was I pondering in that jeep? Scratch that. I do know precisely what I used to be pondering. I used to be desirous about how I may barely recall the final time I’d gotten any. I used to be desirous about how I can’t stand many of the males round right here however then in walks Boxcar. He’s regular, good, virtually cute in nearly each method. Simply his inexperienced eyes at nighttime was sufficient to soften my rattling panties proper off.

Fuck, he felt so good.

However we are able to’t do that. It was a one-time factor. It’ll by no means occur once more.

Shit. I stated the identical factor after that kiss, didn’t I?

I’ll simply must avoid him between missions. Shouldn’t be too tough, proper?

“Hey, Caleb.”

Dammit.

Boxcar stands on the foot of my cot together with his arms crossed. I look away, scanning the empty tent, hoping that another person will stroll in right here and interrupt regardless of the hell he’s about to do.

“Go away, please,” I say.

“Hey…” He holds up his arms. “I are available peace.”

I drop my head down once more and tighten the third screw on the aspect plate to maintain the cylinder in place. “What would you like, Carson?”

“To speak.”

“We’ve got nothing to speak about.”

“Simply… hear me out,” he says. “Please?”

I pause, inhaling a lungful of thick, humid, desert air. Nonetheless, I maintain my head down and half of my focus stays on my weapon. “Superb.”

“I do know you’ve been avoiding me for the reason that different evening…”

“I’m not avoiding you. I’m your bodyguard,” I say.

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