Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah) by Kessler Lisa

Author:Kessler, Lisa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dragons & Mythical Creatures Fantasy; Romantic Heroes Pirates; Mythology & Folk Tales; Paranormal & Urban Fantasy; Romantic Fantasy; Witches & Wizards Romance; Myth & Legend Fantasy eBooks; Women's Fantasy Fiction; Entangled Publishing; Sentinels of Savannah; Series Romance; Single Title Romance; Stand Alone romance; Paranormal Romance; PNR; Opposites Attract romance; Tortured Hero romance; Forced Proximity romance; Protector romance; Pirates Passion by Lisa Kessler; Magnolia Mystic by Lisa Kessler; Pirates Pleasure by Lisa Kessler; Pirates Persuasion by Lisa Kessler
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-07-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Greyson followed Aura to the unmarked door on the side of the faded brown aluminum storehouse building.

He scanned the area, imagining the rolling green hills to be wakes in an endless blue sea. Navigating the oceans was so much simpler.

Whoever opened that door had stolen a relic from a high-security underground vault in Washington, D.C., or at least had been in contact with someone who had.

He stood behind Aura as the door opened, his senses instantly on high alert, and something flashed inside him.

He no longer gave a shit about the money for collecting this sword.

All he cared about, as the tall, slender man at the door glared at them, was keeping Aura safe. She was all that mattered. The realization socked him in the gut like a wrecking ball, but he buried the emotions, sinking into the undercover operation.

“You the Smiths?” The man’s green eyes flickered between Aura and Greyson.

“Yes,” she answered. “I’m Amber and this is my husband, Greg.”

“Good to meet you.” Greyson offered his hand. “You are?”

The other man hesitated for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before finally taking his hand. “Doesn’t matter.” The guy dropped his hand. “You got ID?”

Aura plucked a passport from her bag while Greyson fished his from his pocket. The man examined them and then handed the blue books back. “Looks good. Follow me.”

Greyson reached for Aura’s hand, lacing their fingers in a tight grip. She met his eyes with a hint of a smile before facing forward again, following their guide past rows of battered lockers to a tiny, enclosed office space in the back.

Was she pretending? Was this Aura or Amber?

Fuck if he knew. Firing weapons of all shapes and sizes was his strong suit. Playing mind games was not.

A man in a black turtleneck with dark hair and bright-green eyes sat behind a metal desk. He stood as they entered. “You must be the Smiths?”

“Yes,” she replied and pointed to her chest. “I’m Amber.” She glanced at Greyson. “And this is my husband, Greg.”

She took a seat on one of the folding chairs across from the man in the turtleneck, while Greyson peered back at the guy who’d brought them inside. He turned the corner, disappearing the same way they’d come in.

“Sorry about Shaw,” Turtleneck Guy said. “He’s not a people person.”

Greyson faced forward and sat in the chair next to Aura. Careful to keep his Savannahian drawl in place, he said, “And you are?”

“I’m Lennox.” He looked at Aura. “We emailed about the antique sword.”

She smiled. “Good to meet you in person.” She patted Greyson’s leg. “We’d love to see it to verify the authenticity before we make the wire transfer.”

Lennox shook his head. “I’m just the middleman here.” He leaned forward, resting his crossed forearms on the desk. “This is how it’s going down. I’ll confirm you have the funds available to complete this transaction. Once we clear that hurdle, Mr. Mamon will bring the sword for your inspection. Not before.”

Greyson tensed, but he kept his mouth shut, reminding himself that Aura was a pro.

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