And it was all for her.
So beautiful.
“Me, too, Princess.” His thumb brushed against her cheek. “Me, too.”
Ro opened her mouth to ask the dreaded but necessarywhat does this meanwhen a knock sounded from the bedroom door.
“Hey, Brody?” Christian’s voice traveled from the hallway on the other side. “Don’t mean to rush you, but Hansen just called. We’re good to go whenever you are.”
Crap. She’d been so caught up in the unexpected—and amazing—moment, she’d completely forgotten the guys were still here.
“Be out in a second,” Brody hollered back.
Not bothering to hide her disappointment, Ro stared up at him with a frown. “You’re leaving?”Now?
“Just for a little bit.” Another feather-light touch from his thumb. “Don’t worry. My security system’s as tight as they come, and Rocky’s going to stay here so you won’t be alone.”
She hadn’t been worried about that because she hadn’t beenthinkingabout that. But now that he mentioned it…
“Where are you going?”
“The guys and I just need to take care of something. I won’t be gone long, though. Promise.”
The guys and him…
Remembering what he’d said earlier, Ro shot Brody a pointed look. In her heart, she already knew the answer to her next question—or at least, hoped she did. But that didn’t keep her from asking it.
“You’re not really going to…kill Clayton. Are you?”
“Depends.”
It depends?
Ro knew the man who’d just kissed her senseless was a killer. But Brody had only ever taken the lives of men who deserved it. Terrorists who killed, raped, and tortured at whim without so much as an ounce of remorse.
She’d never asked him about it, of course. And though she never knew specifics about any of his missions—either with the SEALs or with Delta—she knew enough. About the work those guys did and the kind of man Brody King was.
And the one thing she knew—the one thing Ro was unequivocally certain of—was that the man standing before her now would do whatever he felt necessary to keep those he cared about safe.
“Depends on…what?” she asked, praying she’d see a teasing smirk or hear a bubble of laughter.
Instead Brody very matter-of-factly responded with, “His answers.”
“Brody—”
“Relax, Princess. We’re not going to Yorke’s place to kill him.” Brody slid his hands free, but not before dropping a playful tap to the tip of her nose and added, “Unless he gives us a reason.
“Can you please be serious about this?”
“I am being serious.” The look on his face supported the claim. “You heard Christian. He said Hansen called, and we’re good to go. He was talking about Detective Hansen. We were waiting for him to let us know when the cops were finished questioning Yorke. Apparently they are. Now it’s our turn.”
“The cops are letting you interfere with an official investigation?”
“Not interfere,” he corrected. “Assist. Look, Hansen and Christian go way back. That’s why he was the first call Hunt made when that son of a bitch broke into Meg’s place and tried to kill her.” A haunted look fell over him, then, but he blinked it away and continued. “Delta Team has a…we’ll call it anoff the booksagreement with the CPD. Specifically the Violent Crimes Unit, which Hansen leads. The cops had their turn, now it’s ours.”
“But anything he tells you…won’t it be inadmissible?”
From what she’d seen on the true crime shows she liked to watch, it sure seemed as if a confession made under duress wouldn’t be allowed in a court of law. And Ro didn’t even pretend to think Clayton wouldn’t be under duress once Brody and the guys got a hold of him.