The man to the far right—the one who had dark blond hair and frigid, green eyes—nodded and stepped toward the door.
Had to be Hans.
But, ah, a quick getaway? “You think it’s possible that Kurt will find us here?”
“Doubtful, but possible. We’ll have eyes on the drive leading to the cabin. Both Nash and Ryan will stay here with you until we’re ready for transport to Vegas. There is no reason to think you will not be secure here for the time being.” One well-manicured finger tapped her chin. “Consider this your calm before the storm. Go ahead and get in practice time with Nash. Develop your cover. Get into the mindset of lovers who’ve finally been reunited after too much time apart. Make it believable.” She turned for the door. “Screwups can be fatal.”
Well, that was terrifying.
And Jezebel was gone. Gone with her guards. Shutting the door softly behind her. Leaving Delaney with Nash and Ryan.
“You’ll be safe here,” Ryan assured her.
A chill skated through her.
“It’s a CIA safe house. Great security at the perimeters. Agents outside. Agents…” Ryan gestured to himself, then to a silent Nash. “Inside, too.”
Right. Safe.
“It would take some serious firepower to get past all of us.” Ryan sent her a reassuring grin. “So, how about we all grab some very late breakfast and relax a while? Then you two can, uh, get to work on that practice session Jez mentioned.”
She could feel heat lance her cheeks. But her chin lifted. “Breakfast would be great.” She was starving. “And after that…” Her head turned toward Nash.
He watched her. Still silent. Still intense. Still a bit scary.
“I’d like for you to teach me how to kill a man, please,” she said, very, very politely.
“Fuck me,” Ryan breathed.
Nash’s eyes narrowed.
“If you won’t show me, then maybe Ryan can.” Someone would be teaching her some tips to help save her life.
Nash advanced toward her. Slow, stalking steps. She held her ground, refusing to back up.
“I know basic self-defense,” she said.
He kept advancing. He was almost on her.
“But that self-defense didn’t do jack for me before. In case we’re separated, in case Kurt gets too close, I want to know some fast and dirty tricks. I want to know how to stay alive.” That hardly seemed like too much to ask.
But Nash shook his head. “That’s not what you said, sweetheart.”
Each time he said that particular endearment, she flinched.
“You’ve got to work on that.” His sharp gaze had, of course, picked up on her reaction. “Got to be used to terms of endearment. Got to be used to my hands being on you.”
His hands closed around her shoulders.
She shivered.
His jaw locked. “We’ll practice me touching you, we’ll get our cover role down and then…”
“Then you’ll teach me?—”
“How to kill?” Nash finished. “It’s really not as hard as you think.”
And, in a flash, there was a knife in his hand.
