was screwed.
Guess I better make sure we don’t need help.
Bryn rubbed her hands together like a kid on Christmas morning. “Now what?”
“Killian and I are going to create a diversion on the south side of the compound,” Greer said. “When the guards at the guard station and in the courtyard scatter to see what’s going on, you two—“ She motioned to Declan and Bryn—“are cutting through the fence on the north side.”
“According to the building plans E found, that’ll put you right by the stairwell to the helipad on the roof,” Rio said.
“Go up to the roof and unlock the access door for us,” Greer said. “We’ll meet you up there.”
“OK,” Bryn said. “Then what?”
“We incapacitate any guards we run into on our way to the general,” Greer said. “But you know, without killing anyone, because we’re the good guys, yeah?”
Declan gave her a slow blink. “That’s it? That’s the plan?”
“Yep. That’s the plan.”
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Great. We’re all gonna die.”
Bryn frowned at him. “Well, we will if you go in with that attitude. Buck up, Buttercup! You’re new to the saving-the-day business, but this is what we do all the time. Right, Greer?”
Good Lord, but this kid was growing on Greer. “Damn straight, Nightingale.”
Declan gave Bryn a confused head tilt. “Did you just call me ‘Buttercup’?”
She raised a brow at him. “If the tiara fits, Princess.”
He snarled at her, but she merely smiled at him like she hadn’t a worry in the world.
OK, she was really starting to like this kid.
“Look, she’s right,” Greer said. “There’s only one superhero and one backup or trainee per big city. We’re used to working alone and doing everything ourselves. Now there’s three of us here. If three superheroes can’t take down thirty-seven—”
“Forty,” Declan corrected.
“Forty puny humans, then we don’t deserve to call ourselves superheroes.”
“I like how everyone here just pretends I don’t even count in this scenario,” Killian said dryly.
Bryn patted his shoulder. “I’m sure you’re super useful in other ways.”
Greer scowled at him. “You’re a hot, under forty billionaire who’s great in bed. I think your ego will survive this siege intact. Bryn, Declan, once we’re all in there, your main job, by the way, is to protect Killian. The general might be feeling a little stabby toward him when this all goes down.”
Because even though she was mad at him and wasn’t sure where they stood as a couple, she wasn’t about to let him take a stray bullet on this possible suicide mission.
“Eye-eye, captain,” Bryn said with a mock salute. “Want me to fix your knee before we go in?”
Greer almost wept with relief. The humidity must’ve been at 90% all day and her knee was aching like a bitch. “Yes, please.”
No more than three minutes later, Greer was completely free of the pain that had been plaguing her for two decades. “I swear to God, kid, I could kiss you—on the mouth, with tongue—right now.”
Bryn laughed, flexing her fingers. “I’ll pass, but thanks.”
“If she won’t take that kiss, I will,” Killian growled, right before he yanked Greer into his arms and kissed the ever lovin’ crap out of her.
And she kissed him back with equal intensity because he was here and they were both alive and about to head into a really dangerous situation. They might not ever get this chance again.
“I’m still mad at you,” she whispered against his lips.
“I know,” he whispered back.
When she reluctantly pulled back and blinked up him, dazed, she knew she should say something else. Something about how much he meant to her. Something about how even if they survived this and didn’t work out, he’d always hold a special place in her heart. Something like…
“Jesus H. Christ,” Declan muttered. “Can we get this show on the road, or are we going to stand here reenacting a fucking Nicholas Sparks novel all night?”
And splat went their romantic moment.
“Fine,” Greer said with a put-upon sigh. “Let’s get this shit done.”
“That’s the worst inspirational ‘go team’ speech I’ve ever heard,” Rio said. “Someone clearly hasn’t watched Remember the Titans enough.”
“Fuck, that was a good movie,” Killian said.
Bryn batted her eyelashes at Declan and said, “Do you really know Nicholas Sparks books? Because I think men who are in touch with their feminine sides are crazy hot.”
The combo of horror, interest, and confusion on Declan’s face was damn near priceless. He was speechless. Eventually, he just turned away from her, muttering, again, “Jesus H. Christ.”
Greer shoulder bumped him. “Welcome