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protection of the
chair. “So what’s up?”
    His blue-eyed gaze
wavered. “I… I’m here to take you back to Sirius.”
    “No need, I’ll drive
myself.”
    He hesitated. “I have
orders not to let you out of my sight. Your car can stay here.
You’re to ride back with me.”
    Alarm prickled the
back of my neck, and I sidled over to lean on the wing chair with
feigned nonchalance, placing it between us again. “What’s going
on?”
    He shot an uneasy
glance over his shoulder. “You’ll be briefed when we get there.
Come on, let’s go.”
    “I’ll just check in
with Kane first,” I said casually, and whisked my phone out of my
waist pouch to punch the speed dial button.
    “Sirius Dynamics.” The
crisp female voice on the other end of the line made me jerk the
phone away from my ear to frown at the display. I’d dialled Kane’s
number, all right.
    “May I speak to John
Kane, please?” I inquired, watching Richardson’s gaze dart around
the room. His hand hovered in the vicinity of the concealed
shoulder holster I knew he wore under his jacket.
    “I’m sorry, Captain
Kane is on vacation,” the woman responded.
    “What do you mean,
he’s on vacation?” I snapped. “He was in the office this morning. I
have a meeting scheduled with him this afternoon.”
    “I’m sorry, but I was
told he’s on vacation,” she repeated. “What is this in regards
to?”
    Richardson stepped
toward me, reaching for my arm, and I jerked back. “Aydan, never
mind,” he said urgently. “Let’s just go, okay?”
    I backed away a few
more paces, noticing Miss Lacey moving quietly in the direction of
the door. Thank God. She’d be out of the line of fire, if there was
one.
    “It’s Aydan Kelly. Let
me speak to Clyde Webb,” I demanded, still staring Richardson
down.
    “I’m sorry, he’s in a
meeting and can’t be disturbed.”
    Richardson’s hand
hovered near his holster. “Come on, Aydan, let’s go. You’ll be
briefed when we get there,” he insisted.
    Dammit, there was no
way I could reach my gun before he got to his. Why the hell hadn’t
I worn my waist holster today?
    “Give me Stemp,” I
barked.
    Relief gushed through
me when Hellhound rounded the corner behind Richardson, moving fast
and silently despite his limp.
    “I’m sorry, he’s in a
meeting and can’t be disturbed,” the woman singsonged.
    Richardson whirled to
face the movement and froze at the sight of Hellhound’s gun.
    “Tell Stemp one of his
agents is about to take a bullet to the brain,” I snarled. “Get him
on the line. Now.”
    “Just a moment,” she
squeaked.
    Seconds later, Stemp’s
flat voice came on the line. “Ms. Kelly, is there a problem?”
    “I don’t know. You
tell me.”
    “None that I’m aware
of,” he said coolly. “I presume Richardson is the one on the
business end of your gun?”
    “Yes.” I didn’t
elaborate. Stemp didn’t need to know about Hellhound’s illegal
weapon. “Did you send him?”
    “Yes. You can stand
down. His orders are to bring you back to Sirius.”
    “Why?”
    “You’ll be briefed
when you arrive.”
    Dammit. He wouldn’t
tell me anything more than I absolutely had to know, and he
couldn’t tell me anything over an unsecured line anyway.
    I sighed and hung up.
“It’s okay, Arnie, thanks. Sorry, Mark.”
    Both men relaxed, and
Richardson gave Hellhound a tentative smile, the elusive dimple
flickering in his cheek. “I was hoping you weren’t going to pay me
back for tranking you the other day.”
    Hellhound grinned and
stuck the gun into the waistband of his jeans. “Nah. I’ll do that
when ya least expect it.” He limped over and sank into the chair
I’d vacated, wincing when the weight came off his ankle. “Hope ya
don’t hafta report this.”
    “I told Stemp I was
holding my gun to his head,” I said quickly. “Mark, if you have to
report what really happened, it’s okay, but-”
    “No, it’s all right,”
he interrupted. “I don’t blame you for