Traceless

Something in his tone had even Bruce looking around. “Which is?”

“Connor stays, but don’t let the other team members get out alive.” It was the one sure way to knock the man off his game. Take out his friends and leave him reeling.

And to save his own hide, that is exactly what Luc promised his boss only a few minutes ago he would do...and he’d deliver.

* * *

Holt lowered his fist and gave the all-clear signal. The group started walking again under the blanket of stars. Whatever he heard out among the red rocks and tree stubs must have turned out to be innocent. Possibly an animal and clearly nothing with a weapon. With his tracking skills, he’d know. Which was why Connor put Holt in the lead.

After a brief argument where Connor insisted Jana wear his bulletproof vest, they’d slipped out of the shack one at a time, with Shane and Holt in front drawing attention away from Jana. Connor doubted she even understood the tactic. Reality was, with the lineup then and gathering of his men around her now they’d have ample warning if someone went after her. They’d all sacrifice their lives for her.

Their willingness to die for her, for them, mattered to Connor. He didn’t take that sort of devotion for granted. He appreciated all of his men and grew more grateful every day for their agreement to throw in with him. People depended upon their skills and he’d come to expect them to stay honed and ready.

They ran drills because he insisted, but he knew they’d keep in shape and sharp without any prodding from him. That’s who they were—solid and stable. The very best at their jobs.

Connor checked the comm again. “Davis?”

“I just tried.” Shane shook his head. “Got nothing.”

Pebbles crunched and their feet fell in a steady cadence. When they broke through a mass of trees and over the rise of loose rock, Holt motioned for them to crouch down.

Up until then Jana had stayed quiet and marched along beside Connor. She had his belt in a loose hold between two fingers. If he walked too fast, she’d tug and he’d slow down. They’d rehearsed the system and used it the last time someone grabbed her.

Back then they didn’t know each other and he’d had to run through the silent signal and convince her not to talk during their escape. This time she knew making noise could get them all killed, and didn’t question.

Squatting on the balls of her feet, she leaned into his shoulder and whispered against his cheek. “What’s happening?”

Every muscle pulled tight from the adrenaline rushing through him. He wanted to sprint to the car and lock her in a seatbelt and send her away. Beating that instinct back took most of his energy, but he still wanted to touch her.

With a hand on her lower back, Connor pointed to the clearing ahead and the dark jeeps that blended into the skyline. “That’s our ride.”

Holt took a final look around then nodded. “We’re clear.”

“Wait.” Jana caught Connor’s arm as he started to rise. “Those men could be anywhere.”

Connor understood the fear and doubt. She’d been manhandled—something he still couldn’t think about without being swamped by homicidal rage—and threatened. She’d survived a hail of bullets and him tackling her. He couldn’t exactly fault her for expecting danger to lurk under every rock.

But they couldn’t sit still. Waiting made them easy to locate and even easier to hit. “We’ve got two cars. Shane and Holt are going to head out and warn Lampari and the other office workers you gave the contact information for, as promised.”

Connor breezed over the other man’s name. Dead wife or not, Connor didn’t buy Marcel’s story. More than once over the years Connor had caught the man staring at Jana. They’d get together for events or during those times when Jana picked up some of the charity’s work to ease Marcel’s load. His gaze would linger when it landed on Jana and his smile would brighten.

No way did that guy view Jana as a daughter or whatever ridiculous thing she thought. Connor knew how a man looked at a woman he wanted to take to bed, and he saw that need in Marcel. Saw and wanted to pound it right out of the guy.

Jealousy didn’t sit well with Connor. Up until a few months ago Jana didn’t try to inflame it. She brushed off his concerns about her dear old boss while insisting she felt nothing but admiration for him. But when she wanted space and needed time away, Marcel threw his arms wide open and she ran into them. That act ate away at Connor. Burned right through him.

He forced his mind to put it aside. To compartmentalize. He’d sweep her to safety and then they’d talk. Later when the danger cleared and he knew she couldn’t be dragged into whatever mess from his life sucked her under this time, he’d unload and demand she do the same.

Time had passed and his anger switched from intense and fiery to a slow burn. He had a front-row seat to Davis putting aside his fears and starting a life with the woman he’d always loved. They had a baby on the way. Talk about walking into danger.

Davis worried and planned and ruthlessly separated his home life from his work life. His brother Pax talked about proposing to his girlfriend, and Joel and Ben were both on the road to forever with their significant others.

They’d all figured out a way to marry the danger of the job with the life they wanted. Connor once thought he had, too, but it had slipped away from him and he wanted it back. He’d grab it no matter how much of his dignity he had to sacrifice to do it.

But he had to get her out of this situation alive first. That meant delivering the news sure to raise her defenses. “You’re going with Cam.”

“Where?” One word loaded with frustration and accompanied by a rush of red to her cheeks bright enough for him to see in the semidarkness.

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