Not exactly true.“Kristic’s at the top.”
Nic spun, blue eyes flashing.“YouthinkKristic’s at the top but you don’tknow.Either way, there are two crews working every heist, and you want to walk right back into the crosshairs.”
“Says the former SEAL.”Cam took two steps forward, bringing them face-to-face.“This is my job.”
“Do you often do your job with this many unknown variables?”
“Not if I can help it, but it’s not unheard of.”He’d gone on less before.Nic had too.“Shouldn’t be hard for a former SEAL and prosecutor to grasp.”
Nic threw a hand out toward the house.“We don’t even know if our own CI is still on our side.”
Now they’d reached the conversation Cam wanted to have.“You haven’t doubted Abby before.Granted, I’ve had my doubts, but evidence indicates you were right.She’s an unwilling participant, one way or the other.”
“Unwilling.”Nic scoffed, turning back to the window.
Cam fought not to smile.He really shouldn’t take any delight in this, but Nic was playing right into his hands.“What’s really going on, Price?”
“You know damn well what’s going on.”
Laying his hands on either side of Nic’s spine, Cam slowly glided them up his back, drawing out a tremble.“Then why won’t you turn around and kiss me?”
The tremble gave way to a jolt, then a harshly bit out, “After you just kissed her?”
“I didn’t kiss her.Brady kissed her.”
“Semantics.”
“Says the lawyer.”Cam was intentionally needling him, using Nic’s own tactics against him as he poked holes in the prosecutor’s argument.
In his protective outer layer.
“She knows who you are, Boston.”
Cam coasted his hands over the packed muscles of Nic’s stiff shoulders.“It’s still a cover.While evidence points to her being cooperative, if Abby decides Becca’s a better bet than us, I’m gonna need to convince her I’ve gone rogue so I can stay close and protect her.That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Nic was silent a long minute, the building tension heavy in the small space.“This is why you’re not supposed to get involved with colleagues.”
Finally, an opening.Cam closed the distance between them, winding his arms around Nic and hugging him from behind.Body warm, despite the cool night, Cam wanted to get even closer to it.They might both get burned, but he was done watching the fire from a distance, holding himself back from the heat.
“Technically, we’re not,” he said.
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“If it wins the argument with you, yes.”
Nic chuckled, hanging his head, and Cam skirted his nose and lips along the nape of his neck.Nic’s quiet laughter died on a breathy gasp.
“Turn around, baby,” Cam whispered.He stepped back, only far enough for Nic to rotate, then pulled him close again.“We’ve been dancing around this for months,” he said, walking them back toward the desk, Nic bumping up against it.“You want this as much as I do, if the two kisses we’ve shared are any sign.Unless I read them wrong?”
Chin down, Nic glided his hands up the outsides of Cam’s arms and over his shoulders, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.“You’re not wrong.”
It was a miracle Cam had held out this long.This close to what he’d desired for months, the wild part of him desperately wanted to break free, wanted to play rough and hard with Nic.“Then what’s the problem?”he asked.“You came to my place the other night.You made that move.”
“A lot can change in forty-eight hours,” Nic said, angling his face away.
Cam didn’t let him get away with it, trapping Nic’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and righting his gaze.“The way you feel about me?”
“This is messy, Boston, for a number of reasons, the least of which is you could get killed tomorrow.”
