Under the Gun. HelenKay Dimon

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      The mystery man’s shoulders relaxed. “I wouldn’t let you.”

      “Looks like we have an agreement, then.” Luke rubbed his shoulder. “Holden Price, this is the infamous Claire Samson.”

      “Wait, you know him?” Her heart flip-flopped at the thought. When she tried to turn her head to let Luke see just how angry she was, the gun scratched her skin. “Uh, could you call your friend off?”

      Holden looked her up and down. “When I’m ready.”

      “Lower the weapon,” Luke ordered, his voice suddenly stronger and harsher. “Now.”

      Holden hesitated before pulling the gun back closer to his side. “What’s going on?”

      “So that’s a yes?” She looked back and forth between the men. What she really wanted to do was knock their heads together as payback for scaring the crap out of her. “You two do know each other.”

      “We both work here,” Luke said.

      “Now that we’ve cleared that up, why is she here?” Holden still held his gun at the ready. A fact that kept Claire on edge.

      “We had an incident.”

      It was as if the testosterone had rushed to Luke’s brain and swamped his common sense. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “It’s a little more than that. You were shot.”

      Luke shrugged on his good side. “Yeah, like I said, an incident.”

      “I know about the alley. I’ve already been there to make sure Adam has everything under control.” Holden nodded in the direction of the sling. “You okay?”

      Since Holden actually frowned, looking as if Luke’s health mattered, Claire decided to let the gun threat slide. Luke might not understand how serious his injuries were, but from the way Holden’s eyebrows snapped together she assumed he got it.

      “Will be,” Luke said.

      The color had returned to his cheeks, but the dark circles under his eyes just kept getting darker. She was convinced he’d drop over at some point. Probably right when she’d need him to show off those impressive shooting skills of his, because that was how her life worked at the moment.

      “You should be at home resting,” she pointed out. “It’s not normal for most people to get shot. Not even for supposed art dealers.”

      “Antiques,” Holden muttered.

      “Only way I can take the night off is to turn you over to the police. That scenario interest you?” Luke actually smirked as he made the observation. The man knew when he had a conversation won. He knew and she knew.

      But she wasn’t ready to give up. “Not really.”

      “Why did you bring her to the office?” Holden asked.

      When the barrel of Holden’s gun finally pointed toward the floor, instead of at any part of her, she coughed out the breath she’d been holding. “I have a bigger question. What’s with all the weapons?”

      Luke’s hand inched toward his gun as if she had reminded him. “We like to be prepared.”

      “In case you encounter a dangerous collectibles shop owner?”

      Holden nodded. “Something like that.”

      Only a man bathed in darkness who grumbled more than he spoke could throw out a line like that and make it sound menacing. Without thinking, she shifted closer to Luke. Yeah, he hated her, but he’d had the chance to shoot her in the alley and passed it up. She wasn’t convinced Holden would do the same.

      “What are you doing here this late?” Luke asked.

      “I was in the back when the phones started ringing. The way they went a desk at a time sounded suspicious to me. Thought I’d stick around to see if we had trouble.” Holden stared at her. “And we do.”

      “I don’t want to be here, either, if that helps,” she said.

      Luke talked right over her. “Was just trying to see who, if anyone, was here. I had to use the computer and couldn’t exactly leave her waiting in the car.”

      “Makes sense.” Holden’s lips quirked in what Claire assumed was his version of a smile. “How’d you manage to trip the alarm?”

      Luke went still. “What?”

      “You forget to swipe the card or something?”

      “No. Followed protocol exactly.”

      With a suddenness that shocked her, Holden straightened. Both men morphed from relaxed interplay to an on-guard stance in an instant. Holden’s gun was raised as Luke started pushing buttons on his big square watch.

      She knew enough to be worried. Wide-shouldered macho men didn’t spook that easily. “What is it?”

      “Quiet,” Luke said in a voice that hovered just above a whisper.

      With guns out, they surrounded her. She couldn’t move or run. The closeness suffocated her as they walked her backward into Luke’s office. “What’s happening?”

      “You have someone with you?” Luke took a position on one side of the doorway.

      With his good arm, he pushed her behind him. Since the idea of dying in a shoot-out didn’t exactly appeal to her, she stayed put. They’d talk about his tendency to shove her around another time. Right now, it worked for her. “No.”

      Luke stared at her.

      “No, really,” she said. “No partners. Nothing.”

      His facial features took on a nasty sharpness. “We’re going to take this guy out, so tell me the truth.”

      She knew she’d be blamed for what was happening now, whatever that was. “I just did.”

      “Possible you were followed?” Holden asked from the other side of the doorway.

      Luke’s concentration switched between his watch and the hallway. “I don’t see how.”

      “Maybe you’re off your game.” Holden stood on the other side of the open door. “The injury, meeting up with your old—”

      “No.”

      Together they made up a wall of angry brooding male. Claire couldn’t hear or see anything. Except for their breathy whispers, a deadly quiet filled the office. But she knew from the way Holden and Luke held their bodies so still that something or someone very bad lingered out there waiting for them.

      The reality hit her. Phil. Again. He had access to endless resources and a deep hatred for her. Throwing the blame on her for his mess was one thing. Having someone track her every move was another. Years before, she had seen Phil as a safe alternative to Luke. Everything about Luke was shrouded in mystery. Phil had nothing to hide. She never dreamed he would turn into her СКАЧАТЬ