A roll of one shoulder. “Myself. I’m strictly freelance.”
“You have way too much intel for someone who is freelance.”
“I don’t work well with others. Can’t take orders for shit. Despise a chain of command.” Another partial shrug. “What you see is what you get.”
Nash didn’t buy that lie. Not with the intel this man possessed.
“You should have told me.” Delaney’s coldly furious voice.
Logan winced. He leaned forward, conspiratorially. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news…”
All the guy had done was share bad news.
“But it sounds like the bride is furious.”
“I’m going to punch him in the face,” Delaney declared. “De-lane-ee. Say it with me.”
“No one likes betrayal.” Logan sighed and shook his head as if in sympathy. “Secrets are the devil’s favorite weapon.”
Nash believed he might just be looking at the devil.
Delaney tried to surge past him and get close to Logan.
Nash locked one arm around her waist and hauled her back against him. “We’re leaving,” he told Logan. “Are you picking up the phone as soon as we exit to let Kurt know exactly where we are?”
“Why would I do that? We both understand that he already knows.” His gaze flickered to a struggling Delaney. “You’d better protect her,” he warned.
As if Nash needed to be told how to do that job.
“The best way to do that,” Logan’s eyes gleamed, “isn’t for Kurt Wellington to be locked in a jail cell. It’s for him to be buried in the ground.”
Nash hauled Delaney toward the door.
“Fun talk,” Logan called after them. “Pleasure meeting you both. Sometimes, reality does not live up to the hype, but you two are delightful.”
“Piss off,” Nash snarled at him.
“I’ll send champagne to your suite. My treat.”
“Stay the hell away from me and Delaney.” Nash yanked open the door. They stalked out. He kept the gun. Hell, yes, he was keeping it. Always good to have an extra weapon.
“Nash…” Delaney began.
His head whipped toward her. “Not until we are alone.” An elevator bank waited to the right. He double-timed it that way, not letting go of her for a second.
Her beautiful face was furious. Her body tight with her rage.
And he just kept thinking…
I’m going to lose her. I didn’t tell her the truth because I wanted to protect her. And I’m still going to lose her. There was never a way to win. The odds were always stacked against me.
“What happened in that office?” Jezebel leaned toward the screen. “Something bad,” she muttered beneath her breath. “Because they both looked pissed.”
They’d met with Logan Sterling. Logan, a man who should have been playing nicely with the CIA. Unfortunately, the guy didn’t like cooperating with anyone, and he tended to be far too much of a maverick for her liking.
But they’d needed his hotel and casino. They’d needed his cooperation. He’d said that she had it. Only now, Jezebel wondered if Logan had sold out her team.
Delaney and Nash were rushing to a nearby elevator bank.
