Smoky Mountain Setup

“I can’t tell you that. Not yet.”

Her spine stiffened, and angry heat warmed her face. “You can’t tell me? I’m the one in danger and you can’t tell me?”

His gaze flicked around the cozy room. “How do you know this place isn’t wired for sound?”

“I check it periodically for bugs,” she said flatly, trying to control her frustration.

“Using what equipment? Something you got from work?”

“Yes.” She met his questioning look without flinching, even though she knew where he was going with the question. “And yes, I realize Quinn probably has a way to get around a bug detector he himself supplied. But I trust him with my life.”

Landry’s eyes narrowed and he pulled back. “Really? Well, I don’t.”

She bit back a protest and counted to ten. Landry had no reason to trust Quinn, after all. Or anyone else, she supposed, considering what he claimed he’d been through over the past few months. “Fair enough.”

“It’s safe for now.”

“But the BRI is still after me?”

He nodded, easing forward again. “I don’t know the timing of what they have in the works. I know only what they’re planning to do. What you need to look for.”

Another chill washed through her, raising goose bumps on her arms and legs. “Do you mean to keep that a secret, too?”

A small flicker in the corner of his eye was his only reaction to her blunt question. “No, of course not.”

“So what do I look for?”

“First, it’s not going to be your standard hit. No sniper shot, nothing like that.”

She had an unsettling sense of unreality, listening to Landry speak of her impending death as if it was just another case to be investigated. “Is that good news or bad news?”

His gaze snapped up to meet hers. “None of this is good news.”

“Right.”

He suddenly reached across the space between them, closing his hand over hers. As if he’d read her earlier thoughts, in an urgent tone he added, “This is not just another case for me, Livvie. No matter what happened between us two years ago, you will never, ever be just another case for me.”

As she stared at him, heat spreading through her from the point where his fingers had closed around hers, he let go and sat back, clearly struggling to regain his cool composure.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “Go on.”

“They’re going to take you when you’re alone. So you need to make sure you’re never alone.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Look, I know your boss offered you the chance to stay at the office with some of the other agents. Maybe you should do that.”

She looked at the whiteout conditions outside the cabin window. “Too late for that.”

He followed her gaze. “I’m sure your boss could come up with some way to get you out of here.”

She shook her head quickly. “Landry, I’m safe enough here. For now, anyway. I’m armed and it’s not easy to get here in the snow. And you’re here, right?”

He nodded toward the rolltop desk. “But I’m unarmed.”

She met his warm gaze, trying to be objective, to put everything from their past, good or bad, out of her mind and just assess the situation as an agent.

He’d shown up unannounced, after having disappeared for nearly a year, and told her that he’d been working with the same dangerous militia group he now said had made her a target for assassination. But he’d come alone and warned her of the danger against her. He’d had the opportunity to hurt her earlier, when he’d got the drop on her with her Mossberg shotgun, but he’d done nothing to hurt her.

Was he trying to pull some sort of scam? Was this story about hillbilly assassins part of some bigger plan the BRI had hatched?

Or was he telling her the truth?

“Why?” she asked finally.

His eyebrows twitched upward. “Why did I come? I told you—”

She shook her head. “No—why has BRI targeted me specifically? Do you know?”

“They didn’t say. At least, not the part of their discussion I was able to overhear.”

“What about your friend? The kid whose uncle is a BRI member. Would he be able to find out why they’ve targeted me?”

“If I could get in touch with him, yes. But that’s very dangerous. Even more so for him than for me. He took a big chance letting me sneak in to eavesdrop on the meeting. If either of us had been caught...”

She quelled a shudder as her mind finished the sentence for him, in vivid, brutal images. She’d seen the lengths to which the BRI would go to carry out a plan. “I get it.”

“After the snow thaws, I’ll see if I can reach him. But I’ll have to be very careful.”

She pushed to her feet, nervous energy getting the better of her. “There has to be something I can do while we’re waiting. Research or something—”

He stood and crossed to her, closing his hands around her arms and pulling her to face him. His expression was fierce at first, but it softened when she met his gaze.

“I’ll tell you everything I can remember from what I overheard,” he said in a tone so earnest, so familiar, it made her heart ache. “This all has to be confusing and disturbing—”

“Don’t do that,” she murmured. “Don’t handle me.”

Slowly, he dropped his hands away from her arms, but the sensation of his touch lingered, making her feel jittery and unsettled. “Let’s sit down, okay? Take a second and breathe.”

He was still handling her, but at least he wasn’t touching her. She returned to the armchair, and he sat on the coffee table in front of her.

So close. So palpable a temptation.

“They managed to get someone inside The Gates—Marty Tucker, I presume—but he was inside before you got there. They don’t assume their limited success with Tucker can be repeated, especially since you’re still there, sniffing out any possible traitors in your midst.”

“How do they know that?”

“They said Quinn’s not trying to hide that information. In fact, he made sure it got out through some of the information channels the BRI already knows are compromised.”