Page 34 of The Reluctant Siren
“I didn’t know where you were, Jensen. If I had I would havesent someone else in,” she said, slightly irritated at his poor hot-boyexpression. “Now get back in your truck and meet me at the McKay-Taggartbuilding. Look up the address on your phone. We both know you can Google.”
“I’ll explain it to her,” Jensen replied. “She doesn’t knowyour boyfriend either, but you brought him along. Why didn’t you bring Ruby?”
“Because Ruby is working on something…” She stopped, a frowncoming over her face. “How do you know about Ruby?”
Ruby hadn’t become her partner until she got home from LA.They’d seen each other at The Hideout, but they hadn’t connected until Gabe hadput them in a room together and had them do research on a potential Dom. Rubyhad done her computer thing and Harlow had followed him, and they figured outhe was a sex offender, called the cops, and saved The Hideout a whole lot oftrouble.
And became besties and partners in what her dad called aslow dive into hell.
She wasn’t sure if that dive was for her or him, and shewasn’t about to ask.
But she did want to know how Jensen knew about Ruby.
He frowned her way. “Like you said. I can Google. Did youthink I could walk into this city and not look you up? Not figure out whatyou’re doing?”
“Well, Jensen, I thought you wouldn’t care.” Since he wasthe one who had left her to rot in a jail prison where they handcuffed her notbroken arm to a hospital bed.
“I told you, I didn’t walk away because I don’t care. I didit because I love you.”
Oh, she was not listening to that. Not for a fucking second.She put up a hand. “Don’t say those words to me.”
“They’re true. I get that you have moved on, but I haven’t.I can’t and I don’t think I ever will,” he replied simply like they weretalking about the weather and not a relationship she once hoped would end inmarriage and kids and white picket fences.
So unlike the passionate man she’d fallen for.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” he added quietly.“Seeing you again has thrown me off. Let’s talk about Miranda. You got hermom?”
“Her mom is with a bodyguard, and we’re going to move themboth to a safe house.” She should at least let him know what she was doing.She’d decided this after long hours of thinking about how much to trust him.“She’s going to tell us everything she can about the organization.”
“I know more,” he replied. “You don’t need Miranda.”
Had he thought about this in any way? “You know if you arethe witness for this particular prosecution, you’re going to have to divulgeall the criminal crap you’ve done over the course of the last few years. Youaren’t a cop. You don’t have immunity.”
He gave her a smirk that she wished wasn’t so sexy. “Bet Ican get it. Besides, I haven’t done a ton of criminal crap. I mean some,obviously, or they wouldn’t trust me. The dude they think I offed for them isliving in Oregon now. He’ll be happy to testify that I am a completely terribleassassin.”
The risks this man took. It made her ill. “If Hamilton everfinds out…”
“Then I’m dead and you move on with your boyfriend inthere,” he shot back. “All I’m saying is I’m your witness. You don’t needMiranda. She can hunker down in the safehouse. Hamilton is supposed to be heresoon and then this can all be over.”
“Because you intend to murder him.”
“Only if I get the chance,” Jensen agreed.
“You won’t get immunity for that. The prosecutors won’t needyou. Do you even think?” It made her crazy, and she needed to be calm. She helda hand out, stopping his next argument. “Just go to the MT building and we’lltalk there.”
Before he could speak, a huff caught her attention andHarlow turned.
Miranda stood with a suitcase in hand, her eyes wide in themoonlight as she looked at Jensen. “Master J.”
Shit. This was about to go south. “Miranda, it’s not whatyou think.”
But Miranda’s suitcase hit the pavement, and she turned andran.
“You asshole,” Harlow hissed under her breath.
“I’ll get her.” Jensen took off.
And then she heard the sharp report of gunfire. She duckeddown, protecting her head with the Jeep. It had come from behind her, and shethought they were firing at Miranda, not her.
