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Liam buckled in with practiced ease, not missing a beat in the briefing. Jamison watched him, sighing over the calm focus he held and the way he wore violence and honor like armor. She was being ridiculous and would need to snap out of it, but for just one second, she allowed herself to be a lovesick idiot fawning over her man.
And when he caught her looking, he winked.
“Behave,” she whispered.
“You’re the one staring.”
Thankfully, the agents and cops were busy talking among themselves. Only Holden was paying attention. “You guys know we almost died,right?” he asked sarcastically. “Like you do you and all that, but can you hold it together until we’re done here?”
“Holden, let me tell you something. When you love someone, show them every chance you can, regardless of the circumstances.” Adjusting the holster to his body, Liam kissed her soundly to prove his point. “And we won’t be done here for a long time.”
The minuscule smile on her face fled. “What do you mean, a long time? I thought I was returning in a couple of hours, and you were coming home tomorrow or the next day.”
A few heads turned their way, but Liam was already checking his gun and returning to his interrogation of Anderson. “Has the team made it to the house yet? That’ll be where most of the casualties are.”
“They have,” Anderson confirmed. “But there’s no way to tell anything at this time since there’s nothing left.”
Will was already in deep conversation with a couple of men who looked like feds, but paused to speak up. “So, we don’t know who was in there, and who might have escaped the blast?”
“The blast field was incredibly wide,” a man next to Anderson started to say.
“Yeah, we know that,” Holden interjected, pointing to the angry gash on his forehead. “But has no one checked the area around the lake? Someone could have reached it in time to take cover.”
“When Sinclair led us downstairs, everyone was asleep. Eugene Gilbert knocked them out using some sort of injection.” Liam swiped a marker out of Klausen’s hand. “But if anyone came to, and realized something was happening, they could have gained enough distance,” he scribbled a line on the map, “if they ran this way.”
“Do you have reason to believe that anyone could have made it?” Anderson asked, his head tilting out of curiosity.
“Michael let one guy go. Emmett Watson. He was headed in a northeasterly direction, and if he continued that way, he would have made it out.” Liam drew an arrow on the map to show Emmett’s path. “Did you pick up Gilbert yet?”
Anderson nodded. “About an hour ago.”
“That’s a start.” Liam tossed the marker at Klausen, who fumbled the catch. “So, let’s get to work.”
Chapter 44
“You’re pouting.”
“I am.”
“You’re cute when you pout.”
Jamison dropped her forehead to Liam’s chest, thumping it a few times in playful frustration. “Do you really think this is going to take a week?”
Alone in the private airstrip’s waiting area, he pulled her into his arms. “I’ll finish as soon as I can. But you know I have to do this.”
She did know.
She just didn’t have to like it.
“Hey. Look at me.”
Tilting her head up, she slumped against him, becoming deadweight. “What?”
“I love you.” He glanced around and, seeing no one, dipped his head. “Kiss me goodbye.”
She melted a little further at the husky rasp of his voice. “If you want a kiss, come and get it.”
His lips crashed into hers, and the power behind the kiss revealed how starved he was for contact. It was as if he had been holding back for as long as he could and had finally reached his limits. Walking her backward, he groaned deep in his chest, but when she felt the cold wall pressing against her back, the same sense of desperation came over her.
