Page 46 of Wraith
“Um—it was better than bringer of death,” Liam replied.
“Meaning?”
“I’ve killed my fair share of people,” Liam explained, his voice soft, tight. “When it comes down to you or them—your team going home or the bad guy—the decision to squeeze that trigger is as easy as breathing.”
Amelia snugged him after dropping a kiss to his throat. “I’m sorry. This hurts you.”
“It does.”
“I’m sorry I asked.”
“Don’t worry about it, Hummingbird. If you’re serious about me being yours, I would have had to tell you at some point, right?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you want to go out to the address Tex sent us now?” Liam asked.
“Aren’t we supposed to wait for the guys who are coming?”
“Yes. We won’t engage.” Liam kissed her shoulder. “This is strictly a fact fighting mission.”
“Okay.”
“Before we go.” Liam said. He stood and set her to sit in the sofa. When he came back to her, he held out a silver and black gun. “I’m going to need you to take this.”
She shook her head.
“Amelia, I need you to learn how to use this,” Liam pushed. “It’s easy. The safety is here—all you have to do is squeeze. Brace yourself for a little bit of a kick-back but, you fire, you understand?”
She accepted the weapon. It was heavy in her hand, but she tried focusing on what he’d been telling her. Once their lesson was over, she placed the gun in her purse and dressed. Soon, they were out the door and following the stoic voice of the GPS to the address Tex had given them. It wasn’t far from the Hotel, and in the early morning, they parked in the parking lot of a coffeeshop. He ran in to grab them something to eat and hot coffee, then returned to the car as they watched the building across the street.
She sipped and moaned softly at the heat, flowing down her throat then into her belly. It was welcomed. Her stomach gurgled in pleasure. She watched Liam. The way his eyes roamed their target told her a lot. He was an intense man, in everything he did. The way he made love to her, the way he went after the bad guys, the way he studied the building.
“What do you see when you look at the structure?” Liam asked her before biting into his chicken wrap.
“What I see?” Amelia tore her eyes from him and tried focusing. “It’s dark—almost too dark.”
“Explain.”
“If you look at the other buildings, they have some dark windows, but some has a light or two,” Amelia pointed out. “The others have emergency lights in the area where the elevator usually is. This one is just—well—black.”
“Good. What else?”
Amelia looked carefully. “No cars. At this time of the night there should be at least one vehicle in the lot.”
“Right. What does it all mean?”
“There’s no one home?”
Liam chuckled. “Try again.”
“Someone is trying to lay low, not draw attention.” Amelia explained, not sure if she was even closer.
“Perfect. Now, look all the way to the top.”
Amelia set her coffee in the holder and leaned forward until her breasts were almost pressing into the dash. She squinted to see a small, periodic flash of light. “Someone is home.”
“Yes.”
