Logan exhaled loudly while shifting his stance so he wasfully facing the back of the plane. “The sooner we get her to talk, the sooner we can hopefully get some answers. Guess I’ll give it the first go.”
Before his former team leader could advance, Van heard himself muttering a low, “I’ll do it.”
Lucky’s dark brows arched high, and the man didn’t bother to hide his look of surprise. “Uh…no offense, brother, but you aren’t exactly the kind of person people tend to open up to.”
“More like they turn and run in the opposite direction the first chance they get.” Chase snickered from his seat beside Van.
Lifting a hand, Van flipped them both the bird before turning and heading down the carpeted aisle. His gaze landed on the woman whose own eyes were closed, and for a moment he wondered if she hadn’t fallen asleep.
A few steps later, those long, black lashes of hers fluttered open once again.
She looked his way, her mesmerizing green eyes locking onto his. Like before, his heart thumped hard with an instant tightening in his chest, and he couldn’t deny the exotic woman was the most attractive he’d ever seen.
If she wasn’t a suspected terrorist, and they’d met under different—and less lethal—circumstances, he might have even considered asking her out for a drink. But until he and his team learned the truth about her involvement in their friend’s death…
“Is this really necessary?”
Her voice sent a rush of tingles flooding into his system, making his dick twitch behind the zipper of his jeans. Rich. Feminine. Heavily accented. And yet, he understood her words perfectly.
“Can’t have you doing something stupid like trying to bring down the plane with all of us in it.” Van came to a stop directly in front of where she sat.
A touch of humor flashed behind her gorgeous green stare.
“Do I look like someone who’s ready to die, Donovan?”
He hated that he loved the way she said his name.
“You snuck up on me in that alley and put a knife to my throat, knowing I was trained as a United States Navy SEAL. So you tell me.”
A soft smile lifted the corners of her full, luscious lips as one of her dark brows arched high. “I think the most notable part of that statement is that I wasableto sneak up on you in the first place. Perhaps you should be more concerned aboutthatthan some fictional plot to kill us all in a fiery crash.”
His back teeth clamped down as Van clenched his jaw out of silent frustration. Mostly he was pissed at himself because dammit, the woman was right.
No one had ever gotten the drop on him. Not like that.
Only her.
“Why didn’t you kill me in the alley when you had the chance?” The question had been rolling through his brain all night.
“It was never my intent to kill you, Donovan.”
A low growl nearly escaped the back of his throat. He’d thought it before, and now he was thinking it again…
He hated…trulyhated…how much he loved hearing his name fall from her lips.
“Why put a knife to my throat if you had no intentions of using it, Kaamisha?”
“Please. I told you before, call me Kam. As for the knife…that was simply my way of getting your attention.” Those pretty green eyes rose up toward her bound wrists before finding their way back down to him. “Looks like it worked. And while we’re on the subject, you clearly had every opportunity in that alley to end my life, as well. And yet…you didn’t. Why?”
Van inched his way closer to where she was sitting,stopping just shy of letting the toe of his boot touch the stained and tattered hem of her dress. Leaning down, he rested his palms on his knees as he searched her gaze for the first sign of a reaction.
“If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead,” he rumbled low.
“Then what is it you want? Because I’ve seen you and your team, and I know I’m the reason you were in Kandahar. If not to end my life, then what?—”
“Information,” he cut her question short.
“About what?”
