Loyalty Under Fire (Operation: Hot Spot Book 3) by McCallan Trish

Author:McCallan, Trish [McCallan, Trish]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Trish McCallan Inc.
Published: 2018-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Three days later, with a bulletproof vest hanging heavy over her shoulders, Becca held her breath and slowly eased into the passenger seat of Tram’s Jeep. Once settled, the pain dialed back to bearable again, and she relaxed with a sigh, absently nudging the vest’s straps closer to her collarbone. They’d found her a size small, but the armor was still way too big. Not that she was complaining. She’d take the loose, messy fit over a bullet any day.

Rio hovered above her in the open doorway, a frown tugging at his face. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

She forced a smile and looked up.

“I’m fine, really.” When his worry didn’t dissipate, she started to shrug. A burst of pain stopped her cold. By the time she started breathing again, Rio’s frown had escalated to a scowl. Obviously she’d failed to convince him. “Yes, it hurts. But not as bad as it used to, and I took another pain pill just in case. Besides—” She shifted to a more comfortable position. The sling was always digging into something. “You said Hilde wouldn’t talk to you, only me, and it will be wonderful to see her again.”

Although Rio hadn’t told her much, she suspected his investigation was running into walls. He’d returned from his meeting with Father Garcia blank-faced but with frustration rolling through his eyes. At her prodding, he’d finally admitted that Annie Lebronc had moved and Martha Hugley had died. He didn’t mention what Father Garcia had told him, but considering Rio’s willingness to take her to Hilde, the good father must not have told him anything helpful.

Rio leaned down, grabbed the seat belt, stretched it out, and leaned across her to snap the clip into its clasp. After a startled inhale, Becca held her breath. He smelled too damn good. Some kind of subtle, spicy aftershave. Best not to breathe him in. The last thing she needed was more ammunition to fuel this frustrating and unwelcome attraction.

“Where’s Tag?” Becca asked after Rio backed off.

“He’s watching our six.” Rio closed the passenger door and climbed into the back seat.

“Our six?” she repeated absently, concentrating on shallow, careful breaths. His scent still clung to the air and interfered with her mental acuity.

“He’s following behind.” Tram started the SUV up, cranked the wheel, and pulled away from the curb. “Making sure no one follows us.”

They sure took their guard dog duties seriously. With Tag in tow, that meant she’d have three bodyguards at the nursing home.

“Did you tell anyone in your family you were back in town?” Rio asked.

The Harts are not my family.

Before she had a chance to disavow the relationship out loud, she got distracted by his voice. It was the oddest thing. They weren’t alone in the car, but the deep, husky timbre of his voice, floating disembodied from the back seat, cocooned her in a web of intimacy.

“I didn’t. But somebody must have. Adele showed up at my hotel right after I spoke to you at the police station.

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