Delta Force Defender

“I think what Martha means—” he hooked his arm around Martha’s neck in a total buddy move and pulled her close “—is we’re just friends.”

“Of course you are.” Casey turned toward the kitchen, giving Cam a view of her derriere in her tight dress. “Do you want a beer?”

“I thought you were going out?” Martha ducked out of Cam’s hold and shed her coat.

“Just showing a little hospitality.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s my guest. I can get him a beer if he wants one.”

“I’m good.” Cam held out one hand as if refereeing an MMA fight. “We don’t want to hold you up, Casey. Nice meeting you.”

Her roommate’s pretty face fell, and Martha couldn’t help the little spark of satisfaction that flared in her belly. “Have fun, Casey.”

“Nice meeting you, Cam.” She swept up her coat from the back of a chair. “Hope to see you again sometime.”

The door slammed behind Casey in a gust of perfume and hairspray.

Cam cocked an eyebrow at her. “Not a good friend, I take it?”

“Not a friend at all, and she’s a horrible roommate—messy, noisy, brings guys back here all the time.”

“And you mean guys.”

“Yeah. She’s a real pain.”

“Move.”

“It’s my place.”

Cam’s gaze flicked around the town house, still sporting the expensive furnishings Mom had favored and she couldn’t afford to replace. “Government’s paying some solid wages.”

“Anyway, I can’t just move.” She had no intention of getting into her personal finances—or her notorious background—with Cam.

“Kick her out.”

“She signed a lease.”

“How long?”

“Four more months. I think she’s gearing up to move out anyway.”

“I’m sure you’re counting the days.” He clapped his hands once and she jumped. “The emails?”

“Do you want a beer? Or something else?”

“Just some water.” He tipped his head at the door. “She doesn’t know about the messages, does she?”

“Casey?” Martha snorted. “No. She wouldn’t care, anyway. She’s in DC to sleep around and maybe snag a book deal, and she has a good start on both.”

“Who knew the capital was such a cesspool.”

“I hope you’re kidding.” She strode into the kitchen and reached for a glass. As ice dispensed from the fridge, Cam joined her in the kitchen, making the space feel claustrophobic.

“I am kidding, and I’m convinced someone, somewhere in this cesspool has it out for Major Denver.” He took the glass from her hand, his fingers brushing hers and giving her a jolt.

Leaning her hip against the kitchen counter, she tucked the hand behind her back. “Why would they have it out for him? Why frame him? By all accounts, he’s a good soldier.”

“The best and maybe that’s why.” He gulped down the water. “Maybe he stumbled onto something he shouldn’t have.”

“Again, that could point to a foreign entity.”

“I agree, especially after what you told me about the emails, which are...”

“On my laptop.” She brushed past him. “In my bedroom”

Leaving him in the kitchen, she jogged upstairs and pulled the door closed on Casey’s messy room. She ducked into her own room, swept her laptop from the desk and tucked it under her arm. By the time she got downstairs, Cam had settled on the sofa in the living room, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

She sat next to him and opened her computer. “I put them in a folder on my hard drive.”

“Where’s the flash drive? You copied them to a flash drive when you stole them, right?”

She tapped the keyboard harder than she intended. “I didn’t steal them. They were addressed to me.”

“Addressed to your CIA address, but I’m not judging. Hey, I’m glad you did steal...take them, but where’s the original flash drive?”

“It’s in a safe in the office.”

Raising his eyes to the ceiling, Cam asked, “This place has an office, too?”

“Yes.” She zipped her lip and double-clicked on the folder holding the emails. “Is that secure enough for you?”

“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to have the messages in two places. You’re doubling the opportunity for someone to take them.”

“Why would anyone else want them? The CIA already has them.” She pointed to her screen. “This is the first of the three emails I received.”

Cam moved in closer and his warm breath bathed her cheek as he read the email aloud, slowly. “‘Look at Major Rex Denver, Army Delta Force, and track his actions and communications. You will understand his behavior as treason. He has many contacts in region.’”

“Sounds stilted, doesn’t it?”

“Wow.” Cam slumped back and kicked one foot on top of her coffee table. “That’s enough to raise suspicion and get you investigated? Good thing nobody ever sent the CIA information about my activities.”

“There are two more emails with more details.” Her hand hovered over the keyboard. “Your activities?”

“Not treasonous. I’m just saying stuff happens in the field, and it’s better for everyone if it stays in the field.” His hand dropped to her head, and he messed up her hair with his fingers. “Don’t worry. I’m not doing anything to compromise national security—and neither was Major Denver.”

She jerked away from him with a scowl, smoothing her wavy hair back into place. “Do you mind?”

“Sorry. I have a younger sister, and I’m accustomed to teasing her.” He tapped the keyboard. “Next email.”