Authors: Rebecca Zanetti
keep himself inside the bedroom as he watched.
The commander studied Audrey and slowly nodded. “You are dedicated to our cause, right?”
The bastard wanted her afraid. Nate reached for the gun tucked at his waistband.
“Of course.” She tilted her head to meet the commander’s gaze.
Most trained men faltered when trying to do that. An unwelcomed admiration welled in Nate, mingling
with the anger. During their brief time together, nightmares had plagued him with the terror that he
wouldn’t be able to protect her. As Audrey plotted with the commander now, it became painfully obvious
she learned to hold her own—even with evil.
Nate felt a loss of something he hadn’t realized he had. His senses reeling, he backed up to sit on the
bed before he did something that would get them both killed.
The outside door opened and closed, and the tension in the small apartment dissipated. Seconds later,
Audrey strode barefooted into the room. “He’s gone.”
Nate nodded, his gut swirling, his mind finally settling on the sure fact that she’d never be who he’d
fallen in love with. That woman didn’t exist, and this one had used him. Deep down, he’d always hoped
she’d be able to explain what had happened.
He truly was alone.
Fine. Reality sucked and bit like a hungry cobra, and any hope in his life existed for his brothers. He’d
do whatever it took to make sure they lived. So he stood, eyeing her. “You and
Franklin
seem to get along
well.”
“We do.” Audrey glanced at the bed, avoiding his gaze.
Something about her posture gave him pause. Hunched shoulders, facial tic only he’d be able to
discern. “What are you hiding, Aud?” he asked softly, her small feet looking so feminine and vulnerable his
stomach ached.
She sighed, the darker blue band around her spectacular iris seeming to almost glow in the soft light.
“So much, Nathan.” She bustled over to retrieve a pair of pink panties and a couple of blouses from the
floor. “Sorry about the mess. I, ah, didn’t expect anybody to be in here.”
“Not even Darian Hannah?” Nate asked, anger lighting through him yet again.
“No.” She snagged a skirt from the bed and tossed the entire bundle into the messy closet, kicking the
doors shut behind her. “Of course not.”
“Really?” Nate’s voice dripped with darkness as he stepped into her space to prevent her from leaving
the bedroom. “Good old Franklin told you to do whatever you needed to do. Does that mean the
commander is now your pimp?” The words tasted like acid on his tongue, but he couldn’t prevent their
slipping out.
Audrey’s head jerked up. Anger flushed red across her delicate cheekbones. “You’re calling me a
whore?”
Not in a million years. He needed to shut up, but the hurt spiraling through him pushed him on. “Are
you screwing people on command? If so, sounds like a whore to me.”
The right cross to his cheekbone jerked his head back and echoed around the room. He turned his head
back toward her, a smile tugging at his lips. That was his Audrey. No soft-girly slap from her. She went for
the closed-fist impact.
“Feel better?” he asked.
The left cross cracked his jaw. He glanced down at her, an apology on his lips because he knew she was
no whore. Which she quickly countered by aiming a punch at them.
He caught her hand in his before she made contact. Her other fist flew at his gut, and he caught that one,
too. Sliding forward, he clasped her wrists together with one hand behind her back. He lifted her chin. Hurt
and raw fury glittered in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said.
Her gaze flickered, and only excellent reflexes had him shifting to the right in order to avoid the hit to
the balls. Her knee bounced off his thigh.
He felt his own smile all the way to his heart. “Let me get you out of here. New identity, plenty of
money. You can get that degree and work with kids like you always wanted.”
For the briefest of seconds, thirst hinted in her eyes. Then the veil dropped and hid her thoughts again.
“My wants and needs have changed.”
“No, they haven’t. You’ve always wanted your mother’s approval, and you’re working too hard,
becoming somebody you’re not, in order to get it.” Even as he said the words, he realized he had no clue
what he was saying. He didn’t have a mother and would’ve probably done anything to get one to love him.
“Please, Audrey. You don’t belong in politics making deals and committing fraud.”
“Yet I’m so good at it.” A self-deprecating smile tilted her lips. “The girl you loved is gone, Nate.”
But was she? Nate studied her guileless expression, his instincts clamoring. Or maybe he wanted to
believe that girl still existed—if she ever had.
A truck engine ignited outside. The commander was leaving. Apparently he’d taken a few moments,
probably to speak with the two men currently watching Audrey.
Nate leaned down and smacked a hard kiss against Audrey’s lips. “I have to go. See you tomorrow.”
Leaving her sputtering, he jogged through the apartment. While Nate wouldn’t be able to infiltrate the
commander’s base on such short notice, at least he could get the lay of the land if he followed the asshole.
“Wait, Nate—”Audrey called, limping after him and into the hallway.
He turned. “Stay here.” Then he had to ask. He’d wanted to hold on until he had more information to
use, but he couldn’t wait any longer. All hell was about to break loose, and he needed to know. “Is Jory at
the base?”
Audrey frowned. “Jory? Why would he be at the base?”
Dread slammed into Nate’s gut. “So he’s dead?”
Audrey shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen Jory since you escaped
the Tennessee facility.”
Nate studied her body language and expression, listening closely to her heartbeat. She was telling the
truth. Unfortunately. She didn’t know anything about Jory, which meant he probably wasn’t located outside
of DC. Fear for his brother sizzled through his veins. “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, Aud.” Turning,
Nate jogged to follow the one man he wanted to kill in order to hopefully find the one he wanted to save.
Where was Jory?
He had to be alive.
After a sleepless night and a day doing nothing but putting out fires, Audrey tucked her blouse more
securely into her pencil skirt and rode the elevator up to the top floor of a high-rise around the block from
her office. Work had been brutal all day as they prepared for the report for the Senate. She’d asked Darian
to meet her at the restaurant, mostly because she figured Nate would wait for her at home. He’d expect her
to change before her date.
Since most people in her business worked well past the traditional dinner hour, Darian had easily
agreed to meet her at Anchonies, the new hot restaurant in DC. She stepped into the waiting area.
The hostess nodded at her. “Miss Madison? Mr. Hannah is waiting this way.” Turning on a high-heeled
silver Blahnik, the six-foot blonde wove gracefully around tables to reach an alcove against the window.
Audrey smiled her thanks and sat, taking a moment to appreciate the DC skyline at night. The beacon
glittered from the Washington monument as if hope still lived.
Darian slid a glass of Shiraz toward her. “I ordered you a glass of wine.”
“Thank you.” She didn’t ask how he knew what she preferred—it was fairly easy for one secretary to
call another in town for details. The first sip relaxed her shoulders.
She studied the man who’d been so persistent in asking her out. Tall and broad, Darian had played
college football for Notre Dame before moving on to politics. Rugged features and light mocha skin
combined into a handsome configuration that reminded her of a cross between Denzel Washington and
Dwayne Johnson. It was too bad Darian wanted to commit fraud with her, because he seemed like a decent
guy.
He’d removed his suit jacket, and nicely filled out a green dress shirt. “Why did you finally decide to
accept my invitation?”
She smiled. “I figured you wanted to talk about the subcommittee’s recommendation, and since we’re
making it next week, we’d better talk.”
Warmth glimmered in his chocolate-colored eyes. “I’d hoped my personality finally charmed you into
accepting a real date.”
The restaurant was set for romance. She tapped a fingernail on her wineglass stem, idly wondering
when she’d last had an actual date. Nothing came to mind. “I don’t have time for real dates right now, and
I’m assuming you don’t, either.”
“I do.” He leaned forward, gaze intent. “Life is too short to miss out on fun.”
He had no clue. “I agree.” But she’d given her heart five years ago, and she remained more sure than
ever that she’d never get it back. Plus, once the commander discovered her true agenda, she’d be dead. “But
now isn’t a good time.”
“As long as it’s you and not me,” Darian said.
Audrey laughed, caught off guard. Charming and funny, wasn’t he? “Good one.”
The waitress arrived and took their orders.
“So, talk,” Audrey said, munching on a breadstick. The back of her neck tingled, and she fought to
control her nerves.
Darian sipped his water. “Red Force wants badly to receive significant Senate allocations this year, and
if the senator makes this happen, we’ll find a way to fund his war chest in the next election.”
Audrey nodded. Would she ever feel as if she wasn’t being watched? The commander’s men remained
close. “What makes your organization a better fit than others out there to justify his recommending you?”
Darian leaned forward. “As you know, our private employees are ex-military, are well trained, and can
go into areas the U.S. officially cannot. We’re the best out there for covert operations needed but not
sanctioned by the U.S. government.”
Audrey kept an interested look on her face. Red Force’s soldiers were nowhere close to the
commander’s forces in skill or experience. “Who do you think is your main competition?”
Darian shrugged. “There are several corporations providing covert ops, body guard services, and even
wet work. Frankly, we’re investigating all of our competition right now, but we’re the only one that’s ready
to go today.”
That darn tickle wouldn’t leave her alone. She glanced around the restaurant… and froze. Nate sat at the
next table, facing her, his eyes dark with warning. His companion reached out a slim hand and patted his on
the table before glancing Audrey’s way.
Audrey nodded at Lilith, who returned the smile, all teeth. A gorgeous red wrap-style dress hugged the
woman’s svelte figure and revealed high breasts. No matter how many hours Audrey logged at the gym,
she’d never be that thin and willowy. Ever.
Darian followed her gaze. “That’s Lilith Mayes from TechnoZyn.”
“Yes. They’re pushing hard for military funding,” Audrey said, turning back toward her companion and
feeling Nate’s gaze remaining on her. She swallowed and reached for her wine.
“I’d heard TechnoZyn was looking for deals and making promises about their spylike computers.
Who’s the guy?” Darian asked.
Audrey lifted a shoulder. “Jason something. He’s a lobbyist who seems to deal in land acquisitions.”
“Never heard of the guy.” Darian sat back as the waitress set a crab salad in front of Audrey and a steak
before him. “I worked with Lilith a few years back on a deal. The woman is ruthless.” Something darkened
his voice.
“Ruthless? Was it personal?” Audrey asked.
Darian flushed. “We, ah, dated.”
Interesting. Now Lilith seemed to be dating Nathan. Audrey dug into her salad, her appetite gone. How
was she supposed to act normal when Nate persisted in looking right at her? She cut him a sideways glance
to see him smiling at the blonde. Hurt sliced through Audrey, surprising in its intensity.
Why in the world did she care if Nate made a move on the other woman? It wasn’t as if they had a
chance to find each other again.
Darian poured her another glass of wine. “Are you all right?”
She forced a smile. “Yes. Tired of working so hard, you know?”
He grinned and held out a piece of steak on a fork. “I definitely know. Try this steak—it’s amazing.” His
gaze was more friendly than sexy.
Audrey took the bite and chewed slowly. “Delicious.” The chef knew how to cook. She glanced again at
Nate, and the raw fury in his eyes nearly made her choke. He stared pointedly at Darian’s now-empty fork.
Recovering, she took a deep drink of her wine.
How in the world would she make it through dinner?
Somehow she managed to choke down the salad without tasting it, agree to think about Darian’s
business proposal without actually agreeing to anything, and fend off his increasingly obvious advances
without marching over to Nate’s table and punching him in the face. Again.
Finally, after Darian had paid the bill, her temper boiled with the need to let loose. She excused herself