"Fine." She steps back. One foot of space. "Talk. What do I need to know?"
Not far enough. No distance would be. But I force my brain online.
"I'm confirmed on the detail. Me and two other guards traveling with Calder's party."
"That's good. It's what we hoped for."
"Yes, but the window is tight. Aaron and Cat will have everything in position, but timing is going to be critical. It has to happen the night of the gala. Calder's bringing additional security once weland. He'll be distracted, surrounded by important people. Too many witnesses for him to make a scene."
"And Hale?"
"Separate extraction. He'll be with his nanny at the hotel. Cat's handling that end. By the time Calder realizes anything's wrong, you'll both be in the air."
Her brow creases. "I'm not leaving without you."
"Keira—"
"No. This is my fight. I deserve to watch him fall. I'm fully capable—or have you forgotten how we met?"
I stare at her. She's right. Taking this from her would do more harm than good.
I need to trust her. No matter how much I hate it.
"You and Hale are all that matter." I close the distance, unable to keep my hands off her.
She gazes up at me. "I know. We're going to be okay. After he's gone, we're going to have the family I always dreamed of."
I cup her face. "Okay."
She turns her head, pressing a kiss to my palm.
"Now can we stop talking?"
I let out a strangled laugh. "You're going to kill me."
"Not yet." Her hands slide up my chest, fisting in my shirt. "I've had two days to think about everything I want you to do to me. Don't you want to hear about it?"
Fuck.
"Here?"
She nods, glancing over at the row of cars behind me. "In fact…which one is his favorite?"
I arch a brow. "Why?"
She steps around me, trailing her fingers across the Mercedes, then the Aston Martin. The Lamborghini.
She stops in front of the black Bentley.
My blood roars.
"You want me to fuck you in his Bentley?"
She opens the back door, looking at me over her shoulder. "Unless you have objections."
I'm across the garage in four strides.
I crowd her against the open door, one hand braced on the frame above her head, my body pinning hers.
