Kaamisha barely held back a groan of pain as she lowered her arms back down to a more natural position.
“Try anything, and you’ll be right back here for the remainder of the flight.”
“I already told you.” She rubbed the strained muscles at her shoulders before sliding her hands down to do the same at the tender areas around her wrists. “I hold no ill-will toward you and your team.”
“Yeah, well, that remains to be seen.” He stood tall before offering her one of his hands.
She hesitated to accept the man’s help.
The last time Donovan took her hand was to guide her to safety when the hotel came under attack. And despite the danger and terror that had surrounded them in that moment, Kaamisha had felt an unfamiliar jolt the second their hands had touched.
He started to lower his hand back to his side, but she quickly reached up and slid her palm against his. Like before, there was a spark of electricity that ran from the point of contact straight into her veins.
And from the look on Donovan’s gruff face as he pulled her up to her feet, the former Navy SEAL had felt it, too.
CHAPTER 5
Eight hours later…
“Mornin’,Sunshine.”
Van blinked the sleep from his eyes and turned to the man sitting on his left. “We close?” His voice sounded as rough as he felt.
“Thirty minutes.” Logan nodded as he raked a hand through his short, brown hair. “Pilot announced it a few minutes ago.”
Damn.
He sat up straighter, rubbing the taut muscles at the back of his neck. He hadn’t meant to fall sleep after he’d completed his guard-duty shift. But apparently his body and mind had decided he needed the rest because not long after Logan took over, Van had fallen right to sleep.
Earlier, after having drilled Kam with a barrage of questions, Van had escorted her to the bathroom attached to the jet’s private sleeping quarters in the back. Once there, he’d stood guard outside the narrow door, not taking the chance that she’d try to do something stupid.
When they returned to the group, Logan had informed him that he and the others all agreed to let her—and them—get some much needed sleep. Despite Van’s objections, majority ruled, and the decision was made to finish the interrogation later.
Van had offered to stay up and keep watch, mainly because he’d been too pissed off to sleep.
It wasn’t that he was a heartless bastard who wanted to make Kam suffer by putting her through more of their in-your-face questioning. If he were being honest, it wasn’t even that he doubted all that she’d said.
There were just too many questions still needing to be answered, and right now, she was their best shot at finally figuring out the truth.
“So.” Logan spoke up from the seat to Van’s left. “You believe what she said about not being the one responsible for Hunt’s death?”
He looked up to where she was sitting, her head resting on the plane’s inner wall near one of the small, oval-shaped windows. From here, he couldn’t tell whether she was awake or asleep. All he could see was a portion of her hair.
Dark. Long.Beautiful.
“I don’t know.” He answered Logan’s question as honestly as he could.
So far, everything she’d told them seemed about as far-fetched as it could get.
It would be easy as hell to call bullshit and be done. And that’s what he’d gone into this thing fully intending to do. After all, hadn’t Webb warned the team that she was a terrorist mastermind?
If that’s true, then why does a part of you believe what she said?
He didn’t want to. Hell no. In fact, the second she’d threatened to slice his throat, Van had wanted nothing more than to end her life and walk away.
But despite the fact that he would have been more thanjustified in doing so, he’d followed through with the team’s original plan to bring her back to the States alive.
Sure, Kam supposedly had information their team and Webb wanted. And if shewasthe one behind Hunter’s death, then spilling her blood would have finally brought forth the justice their fallen teammate deserved.
