He clicked on his father’s face to call.
“What’s up?”
“We had an incident.” He tried to keep his voice down, while keeping his gaze on Sam’s face.
“We? Dillon?”
“It’s that woman who has been saving my ass these last few months. I found her off a walking trail stabbed and with a concussion.”
“I’ll get a rental when I arrive. Be there soon.”
Then he hung up. Dammit. He wanted his father as far away from this as possible. He’d had a transplant less than two years ago, and he was supposed to keep out of the business. This situation with Sam had intrigue and danger written all over it. While he knew his father could handle himself, Ian did not want him tangled up in whatever was going on around Sam.
“Your father is on his way over?”
Ian nodded.
“He didn’t ask a lot of questions.”
He looked at Jenner. “My father is former MI-6 also.”
The other man rolled his eyes. “I’m surrounded by spies.”
There, he heard the Boston accent in his voice. Ian had never really clocked it. With a concussion and after being stabbed, Sam heard it.
“Keep an eye out. We have no idea who attacked her or if they are still there.”
“Got it.”
Jenner headed out. Ian sat down beside the bed. Her breathing was even as she seemed to drift into a deeper sleep. From the bruising beneath her eyes, he knew that she hadn’t had much sleep as of late. How many times had he come that close to her? He would have remembered her face, he thought, as his gaze roamed over it. And her hair was a riot of auburn curls, but that face…it was unforgettable. High cheekbones, a turned-up nose, all within the frame of a heart-shaped structure. She even had a cute, cupid’s bow mouth. It had intrigued him when he had seen her at the burger place earlier today. The blonde hadn’t looked right. He much preferred the auburn curls.
Still, had she been this close all this time, or just these last few weeks? She seemed to be intent on keeping an eye on him…but lately, it was something else. It was as if she knew there was a threat to him and she had been protecting him.
Was that why she was attacked? Had she gotten too close to him and someone had to take her out?
What the hell happened and just what did she mean about his father?
Four
Jenner’s teeth clenched as they made their way around the bend leading to the little house that Sam said she was staying at. He had noticed it when they’d parked, but his focus had been on threats. He never knew what was going to pop up around Ian. The damned spies were a pain in his ass, but then, he trusted them. At least he trusted Ian. Maybe that was a mistake, but he had to at least trust someone again. Maybe.
“You said Sam was okay?”
He glanced over at the insane driver who’d almost killed him three times as they’d made their way over. Apparently speed limits were just a suggestion to El. Also stop signs and yield signs. He was always a wild card, but there was something in his voice. It hinted at a relationship with Sam.
“Do you know her?”
There was a long pause, as if he were trying to figure out if he could trust Jenner. He got it. They didn’t know each other. Jenner had yet to work a case with him. He knew too well what happened when you trusted someone who didn’t deserve it.
“Yeah. Eden and I worked with her at the Agency.”
Fuck. Yeah, the twins had been at the CIA. Surrounded by fucking spies. This whole situation was heavy with spies, and he really didn’t like that. Anyone who lied for a living was hard to trust.
“Do you know why she’s here?”
He shrugged. “I haven’t talked to her in about a month. More than likely, she’s here because of Ian.”
Yeah, everyone knew that the two of them had some weird connection. “Let’s check out this house.”
