Page 69 of When He Fights
His hazel eyes glittered.“My job is to protect you!”
“Forget the job!Youaren’t supposed to die!You aren’t supposed to be a target!”Her fingers fisted, and she jerked the material of his shirt.She’d intended to jerk him toward her.Maybe get him to tumble onto the bed with her and then Ana had thought she’d kiss him because kissing Kane suddenly seemed incredibly necessary.
Kissing him.
Holding him.
Making sure that Kane wasn’t going to die.Doing whatever was necessary to make sure that Kanewould not die.
But Kane was an immovable object.Her yanking on his shirtfront had zero impact.He didn’t budge so much as an inch.
His eyes kept right on glittering as he glowered at her.She crouched in the bed, with rose petals around her, and Kane wasn’t even touching her.She was touching him.
“My job is to protect you,” he said again, lower.Raspier.
“Your job isn’t to die for me.”They needed to be clear on that point.“I don’t want bullets flying and you getting hit because you’re near me.”No, it was more than that.So much more.“You’re a target because you’re protecting me.”She snatched her hands back.“You’re fired.”
He blinked.
“You’re fired, Kane!”Ana pointed to the door.Was she being way too dramatic?Hell, yes.But was she still firing him?Hell, yes.Because a man was dead.And Kane needed someone to protecthim.She’d be that someone.“Go out, get on that Harley you rode in on, and drive the hell back to wherever you came from.”
He did not move.Hardly shocking.
“You’re fired,” she said again.Had he missed that part?How many times did she need to say the words?
His eyes narrowed.His jaw hardened.And he shook his head.No.
“Yes,” Ana whispered.
His hand rose.His fingers curled under her jaw.Cupped her carefully.“Sweetheart, you can’t fire me.”
Right.Because she wasn’t the one paying the bills.“I’ll call Grayson back.He can tell you that you’re fired.I’ll get another guard.”Another guard would work better.Logan wouldn’t want to kill the other guard.He wanted to kill Kane because of a personal vendetta.
Kane had put a gun to Logan’s head.He’d wanted to pull the trigger.
She’d stopped him.
“I’m not leaving you, Ana.Youcan’tfire me.Not now.Not ever.”Kane leaned toward her.The faintest rumble of what could have been fury vibrated in his words.“Nice fucking try, though.”And then…
Then his mouth crashed down on hers.
Dead bodies were sucha pain in the ass.
Gray had been so close to getting to his hotel room.Crashing.And then the stolen truck had been found.
The truckandthe body, and now he was peering inside the open driver’s door of the vehicle and glaring at the dead man.
Dead men couldn’t talk.They couldn’t lead him to the killer he was after.
“That’s a lot of blood,” a husky, feminine voice pointed out.
Of course, she’d followed him to the scene.Emerson and her sexy dress.Though she’d ditched the broken heels and now wore the sneakers she’d bought from a nurse at the hospital.
Her voice seemed a bit off, though.
He glanced back at her.The light from a nearby streetlamp fell on Emerson’s face.Maybe it was his imagination, but she seemed to look a bit green.Now, wasn’t that interesting?Gray backed away from the vehicle, making damn sure not to touch anything.His head cocked as he studied her.
Her gaze darted to the blood-stained windows of the truck.She swallowed quickly.Repeatedly.Then her gaze averted.Fast.
