Sheltered. HelenKay Dimon

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СКАЧАТЬ hesitated while her gaze toured his face. “Let’s talk about the undercover thing for a bit.”

      Yeah, enough sharing. “After we call the police.”

      She shook her head. Looked even more determined to shut down his plan. “The police around here protect the people who run New Foundations. They have some sort of relationship that keeps the camp in business.”

      Holt got that. There would need to be some sort of quid pro quo for the retreat to operate in such an information vacuum. At least he hoped so. “I’m counting on that.”

      Her stance eased and some of the tension tightening her shoulders disappeared. “You lost me.”

      A quick once-over glance told him some of her fear had subsided. The glance also tugged on his concentration. Her pajamas, the lack of a bra...he noticed it all.

      He forced his mind back to the conversation and off her body and that face...man, she was killing him. “We have one hope of keeping you safe.”

      “What’s that?”

      “Me.”

      She treated him to a second sigh, this one longer than the first. She also put her gun down on the table at the end of the couch. “I knew you were going to say that.”

      No need to spook her, so he didn’t make a move or even look at the gun, even though it sat just inches from his thigh. “If they think we’re dating, I become more helpful.”

      “How?” The skepticism in her voice slammed into him.

      He gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore the attitude. “You stay protected.”

      “Why wouldn’t they just grab me?”

      A fine question, which led him to one of his own. “Why do they want to?”

      “Don’t know.” She folded her arms across her midsection. “Ask them.”

      “Are you always this difficult?” She was almost as prickly as he was when it came to holding back information. He admired the skill even as it blocked him from getting the intel he needed.

      “Yes.”

      The honesty was pretty hot, too. Still, Holt knew his plan provided the right answer. “We call the police. We file a report. The report gets back to the New Foundations folks and my cover holds. With all that in place, it becomes that much harder for them to grab you.”

      She shrugged. “Or I could leave town.”

      A good plan. The smart one. For some reason not one he liked very much. “That’s the better option, but I was betting you’d say no if I suggested it.”

      “Why?”

      “In addition to the fact that you seem to question everything I say?”

      The corner of her mouth lifted in what looked like an almost-smile. “I’m tempted to deny that, but I fear it would prove your point.”

      Since he felt as though he actually won that round, he answered the original question. “The people I’m protecting usually refuse to leave their homes, family, friends...you get the picture.”

      He’d heard the refrain so many times that he was starting to believe Connor’s argument that people valued family and home above all else. Not one to stick around in one place for very long, Holt didn’t really get it.

      He had people in his life he’d die for and a job he loved, but the whole craving a home thing never registered with him. Maybe it stemmed from having a father more dedicated to the army than his kids.

      Maybe it was what happened when the person you trusted most left you to die on an abandoned stretch of dirt road in Afghanistan. Holt suspected that didn’t help, but it didn’t really matter how he got to the emotional freeze-out, because that was his reality and he didn’t see it changing.

      “You do this a lot?” she asked.

      “Rescue? Yeah, it’s all I do.” All he knew.

      The final bit of tension zapping around the room ceased. “So you can actually shoot that thing?”

      He followed her gaze to his gun. The one she could see. “Yes, ma’am.”

      “You’re not a handyman.”

      It was his turn to shrug. “I’m handy.”

      “Oh, really?”

      “I’ve got skills.” He needed to pull back. Knew it but didn’t.

      Her expression changed then. “Are you flirting with me?”

      So tempting. “That would be bad form, since two guys just tried to kick my butt.” He needed to stay on his feet and aware, though he could understand why she asked. His gaze kept wandering. So did his thoughts.

      Not good at all.

      “I don’t understand any of what’s going on tonight. I’ve seen you around town. I stay away from the camp and never say anything about what goes on there.” She broke away and walked toward the kitchen, then paced back.

      She walked with her movements jerky for the first time. Frustration pulsed off her.

      Yeah, he needed this intel. He felt for her, but she talked about knowing what happened in the camp. Didn’t say she “heard” tales. No, she had personal knowledge. He’d bet on it. “You’re saying you don’t know what you did to upset the New Foundations people?”

      “Of course I do.”

      Round and round they went. She gave new meaning to the term pulling teeth. “And?”

      “My entire life is dedicated to ruining that place.”

      Bingo. “Well, then...”

      She pointed in the general direction of the front door. “They don’t know that.”

      “Clearly they do.” And she had him curious. Her hatred sounded personal. That could mean she once lived there. She might know about former members. People his team needed to interview.

      “You are not the only one working undercover. For me, it’s more like working underground.” She went back to pacing. “And up until tonight no one ever bothered me. I live just far enough away, keep my name out of the papers and protests. I drive miles outside of my way just so I can avoid driving near the entrance.”

      When he couldn’t take the quiet tap of her bare feet against the hardwood one more second, he stepped in front of her. “Maybe someone recognized you.”

      He needed more details but decided not to press because whatever the reason, she’d landed on someone’s radar screen. That meant the life she knew and protected was over.

      Her head snapped up. “It could be worse than that.”

      “How?”

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