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eyes narrowed
and a muscle jumped in his jaw. “She’s not going with you this
time,” he said quietly.
Kane’s face smoothed
into expressionless calm as he placed his helmet on the table. When
he straightened, his arms were loose and his posture relaxed, his
weight on the balls of his feet. Anyone would think he was
completely unperturbed, unprepared for an attack. I knew
better.
I put a hand on Tom’s
arm, feeling the rigid muscle through his soft shirt. “It’s okay,
Tom, I need to go and work on that audit some more.”
“No, you don’t.” Tom
took a step forward, placing himself between Kane and me as he
locked eyes with Kane. “I don’t like the way you treat Aydan. And I
don’t want you stalking her anymore. That stops now.” His voice was
quiet, but hard as iron.
The corner of Kane’s
mouth twitched up in a small, humourless half-smile. His eyes never
left Tom’s. “Aydan makes her own decisions. Why don’t you ask her
what she wants?”
I felt the muscles
bunch in Tom’s arm. “You’re obviously threatening her. She’ll say
what you tell her to say.”
“Tom!” I swung around
in front of him and got up in his face. “Stop. He’s not threatening
me. This is none of your business. Let it go.”
He spared me a
fleeting glance before meeting Kane’s stare again. He spoke without
looking at me. “I’m making it my business.”
Tom tried to move me
aside as he took another step toward Kane, and cold fear pulsed
through my veins. He wasn’t going to back down. And as brave and
strong as Tom was, I knew Kane could destroy three Toms with his
bare hands. I’d seen him do it.
Pent-up tension
exploded out of me. “Tom! It’s none of your business! I don’t want
your help!” I pushed him toward the door. “It’s time for you to go.
Now. Goodbye.”
He took an involuntary
step backward as I shoved him again. “But, Aydan, you…”
“Go,” I interrupted.
“Goodbye.”
My heart wrung as
confusion and hurt filled his eyes. Then his face hardened and he
gave a curt nod before turning on his heel. The door banged behind
him.
Kane’s combat-ready
posture eased into his normal stance as he surveyed my face. “Are
you all right?”
“I…” I stared at him
helplessly for a moment before dropping into a chair to let my
aching forehead fall onto the table with a thump. “I can’t do this
anymore,” I whimpered into the tabletop.
I heard him pull up a
chair beside me, and his arm was gentle around my shoulders. “Tell
me what happened. Talk to me.”
I leaned into him,
taking a little comfort. He brushed my hair back, his fingertips
lingering on my cheek. “Tell me.”
I determinedly
squelched the urge to throw my arms around him and hide my face in
his broad chest until everything else went away. I blew out a long
sigh and pulled back instead.
“I just can’t do this
anymore. Ray Webb was asking awkward questions about what I’m doing
at Sirius. And I can’t keep hurting people like that.” A spasm of
guilt shook me at the memory of Tom’s face. “I just can’t.”
Kane took my hand and
held it gently. “Aydan, I know you can do what needs to be
done.”
“I can kill criminals
if necessary. But I can’t… won’t hurt innocent people.”
He sighed, and his
eyes were old and tired as he replied, “Sometimes that’s necessary,
too.” He frowned as I opened my mouth to argue, and spoke over me.
“Who’s Ray Webb?”
“Spider’s dad. I was
over at their place on Friday night for Spider’s surprise birthday
party.”
“Oh.” Kane regarded me
with a troubled expression. “Aydan, I know you’re not going to want
to hear this, but you need to stop getting so involved with people.
You can’t afford to get close in our line of work.”
His face twisted as he
said it, and I knew he was remembering our conversation of a couple
of months ago. “I’m sorry, I know you already know that,” he added.
“But we all need to be reminded sometimes.” He
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