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“Let’s go. We got a special delivery from the boys back home last night. Do you know how to shoot?” She looked at him with a side-smirk.
“Did you forget who my father is? Hell, who my mother, grandfather, great-grandfather and -grandmother are? Yes, I can shoot.”
“Okay, okay, Annie Oakley.”
“Annie who?” she frowned.
“Never mind. Thanks for making me feel ancient. Here. Put this in your backpack. It’s loaded and the safety is on. Do not pull it unless you have to. Clear?”
“Clear,” she nodded.
“Bailey, we’re going to find Cole but you have to promise you will do whatever I say. If something were to happen to you, I'd never forgive myself."
"I promise, Angus. Really, I do.”
He nodded, taking her hand in his own and leaving their rooms behind. They left a ‘do not disturb’ sign on their doors and headed downstairs via the elevators.
“According to the information sent by the team, he’s about twenty miles outside of the city in a well. The problem is we’re having trouble with the exact location. We need to stay together and search at night, not during the day unless we see the area clear.”
She nodded at him as they left the hotel and walked two blocks down, then left. At the corner was a small truck waiting for them.
“How did we get this?” she asked.
“Do you really want to know?” She shook her head. “I still have a lot of contacts here from my time in service. I was a good intelligence officer and the men in this country trusted me. No one has heard about anyone searching for Cole but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t.”
“I understand. Okay,” she said as he shut the truck doors. “Let’s find my brother.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“Geez,” whispered Bailey. “It’s so dark you can’t see anything.”
“The headlights aren’t the best but to be honest with you, I’m okay with that. We look like locals and hopefully no one will see us.”
She nodded but said nothing to him. He’d been looking at her profile on and off for thirty minutes, trying to figure out why she wasn’t married yet.
“Why are you staring at me, Angus?” she smirked.
“I’m trying to figure out why no one has snatched you up and married you. You’re obviously smart, you’re beautiful, you’re resourceful. What’s the problem? Have you been pushing men away?” She chuckled and he thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever heard.
“No. I haven’t been pushing men away. Truth is, I don’t really date. I went to school close to home, got my degree in psychology and then hostage negotiation, minoring in law.”
“Wow. Color me impressed,” he smiled.
“Thank you, but it’s something I always enjoyed. I mean, I used to be the one to settle the fights between Cole, Ambry, and me.”
“How is she?” he asked.
“She just got married. She married Pierre Robicheaux.”
“No kidding! Hey, that’s great. But that doesn’t answer my question. There are a ton of young men at Belle Fleur. No one special.”
“Not really. I thought Joey Dougall and I might have something but we really are too different and better as friends.”
“I see,” he nodded.
“Men get intimidated by smart women, Angus. I can’t hide smart. I can’t hide that I’m tall or blonde or that my entire lineage is bad ass. I can’t and I won’t.”
“Nor should you,” he said parking the truck behind a burnt-out home. “We’ll park here and walk. He’s within the radius of these buildings and was walking toward that mountain.”
