Morgan by Jenna Ryan

Author:Jenna Ryan [Ryan, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Amara, Jenna Ryan, FBI, Law Enforcement, agent, undercover, government, on the run, protector, woman in danger
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Select Contemporary)
Published: 2017-09-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

He went over everything. Her gun, her phone, her boots, her clothes. He even examined the cosmetics.

“Mocha Haze?” A brow lifted as he held up her lipstick tube.

She took it from him in a weary gesture. “There’s nothing unusual inside, Gage. I bought most of this stuff in Black Creek, where stock is limited and sold by a couple who’ve run the drugstore for thirty-five years.”

“What about your jewelry?”

She twisted off a thumb ring and one from her middle finger. “White gold filigree, both given to me by my grandmother.” From her pack, she produced a delicate ankle chain and a pair of earrings. “These plus the pair on my lobes constitute the sum total of my current jewelry collection.”

“You travel light,” Gage noted. “Lingerie not included.

She snatched away the bra he was holding up and told herself not to laugh. Nothing about this situation was funny. There were two dead men fifty yards ahead, plus their truck, which was thankfully well hidden in the trees.

“Are we just going to leave the bodies where they are?” she asked Gage as he checked out the lining of her backpack.

“No, and if you’re smart, you won’t ask for details.”

Amber wondered if perhaps she hadn’t asked for enough details. When he finished with her pack, she tipped her head at him. “That’s my stuff done. What about yours?”

A new smile played on the corners of his mouth. “You think Owen Fixx bugged something I’m carrying?”

“He might have.”

“Or I might have?”

She met and held his stare. “Apparently, it’s no secret that there’s a healthy reward out on me. You’re human, Gage, and by your own admission, cynical as hell. Fixx’s men keep finding us. Why is that? I’m not sure if you’re incredibly clever and deceitful or exactly what and who you say you are. If it’s the first thing, I’m in serious shit, which I am no matter how I look at it, since all the weapons are currently on your side of the RV.”

Still not quite smiling, he tossed her a gun and two full clips. “I’ll wait while you load. I’ll even stand up and walk into the kitchen unarmed. I don’t fully expect even that to convince you, so if you want McCabe’s number, it’s on my phone.”

She slid a clip into the empty chamber. “Talking to McCabe wouldn’t prove anything. I know him less than I know you. What’s his background, credential-wise?”

“He’s a US Marshal with—let’s call them special privileges. He gets the tough assignments. Beyond that, there aren’t many people who know exactly what his privileges are.”“Are you sure he’s not working for Fixx?”

“Mockerie.” Shrugging, Gage poured two mugs of fresh coffee. “McCabe would mingle with the great white, not the tiger sharks. I checked my own belongings, too, Amber. You can believe that or not. If you don’t, you’re free to take the truck hidden in the bushes and disappear. Go where a Winnebago can’t follow. I’ll even give you a list of RC-owned motels. They’re dives, but they work for a night or two on the road.

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