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one was buying them.
    “Bullshit. You need to leave there
immediately. Dmitriyev was not with the men arrested. No idea how
the bastard slipped away from the authorities.”
    Oh. Kieran had heard
Dmitriyev say he wanted out of the FSB and was headed to Venezuela.
A witness to his defection. To make matters worse, Kieran had
yelled out in Russian to stop the men from hurting Red in the barn,
blowing his cover and probably placing himself in Dmitriyev’s
crosshairs. And what about Red?
    “I can’t leave. There was another witness to
the execution as well. She has no idea what’s really involved. She
needs protection.” He explained the situation to Randy.
    “It’s you he wants,” his boss said. “You’re
the only live witness to his confession. And if he’s really set
things up down there it’d be easier to—”
    “I can handle it.”
    “You didn’t handle the last mission.” Randy’s
words came out slow and threatening. “Report to my office in the
next ten hours or you’ll be leaving this job without a
pension.”
    Twenty years of twelve-to-twenty hour days
and now they threatened to cut him off because someone wanted him
dead? He sighed. “I’ll be there.”
    Red had already opened the door to her place
and maneuvered herself inside while balancing on the crutches.
Kieran followed. Her apartment was small but pretty. Too pretty for
a woman lost in depression. She had to have some hope. Bright blues and yellows made the place
inviting and cheerful. Lots of plants decorated the shelves and
windowsills, and a large painting of the ocean with a cruising
sailboat stood over her white and blue couch.
    He wrapped his arms around her waist. “You
weren’t lying about loving the ocean.”
    “Someday, I’ll be on that sailboat.”
    “I’d love to be your first mate.”
    She tilted her head up to his. Her smile
faltered, and her bottom lip quivered. “You have to leave?”
    “Yeah. Work is calling.”
    She nodded. “What is it you do? You and a gun
and Max?”
    “I work for the government. Boring job
usually. Never had anyone die in front of me before.” It was true.
His assignments had always finished without problem. He’d been
lucky, and his luck ran out with Max.
    “My job’s usually pretty boring too. It was
interesting meeting you, Kieran Brody.” She choked his name
out.
    “You too, Jessica Wonder.”
    He stepped closer and kissed her softly on
the lips. Perfect lips, the top curved with a sultry invitation
while the full bottom offered itself as a main course. His hands
clasped her waist and held her tight as he deepened the kiss into a
promise, strong and solid and forever. She returned the intensity,
arms resting around his neck. A low groan escaped his throat.
    More. He wanted more
of her, all of her. When they separated, her lips were swollen and
open and so damn welcoming, causing his desire to grow from a warm
ember into a fiery blaze. But he forced himself to break away and
go back to his car. She’d been used for sex by the son of a bitch
who had hurt her. Kieran refused to go down the same path. He’d
guard her heart and build their relationship slowly until he could
commit to more than a fling.
    The second he sat down, he called Randy.
“Jessica Wonder, the other witness, needs protection or I’m not
leaving.”
    Randy gave him shit and then promised he’d
assign another field officer to keep an eye on her.
    Kieran took a final glance toward her
apartment and drove away.

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
    Two months since being shot, Jess could now
move around without a cane. She still limped occasionally, but with
physical therapy her doctor was confident she’d be walking “like a
runway model” by the end of the year.
    It was seven o’clock and time to hit the
books, time to kick out Marcia Wolfe, the newest resident of town
and one of her closest friends. Marcia had arrived from Toronto the
day after Kieran dropped her off from the hospital, moving into the
apartment downstairs. She