hair and another with shorter dirty-blond hair, stood as imposing as Khane.
I didn’t let go of the tension that had me taking up a defensive posture until Khane lowered his weapon. I released the breath I had kept captive, relieved that the threat level had been taken down a notch. I inched forward, following Desiree, when Khane jumped down and reached up for her.
Shuffling my feet forward, I took another step closer to the edge to prepare to jump down. However, a sharp gasp escaped my lips when I was gripped around the waist and went airborne. I swallowed the sharp intake of air along with my surprise.
It was the short-haired one who had taken a hold of me. Even in the midst of my shock, I felt the warmth of his big hands around my waist and caught the gleam of something intense shining in his unusual eyes before he placed me on my feet.
One eye was hazel-brown and the other hazel-green. At first glance, you wouldn’t notice it, but the lift he had given me provided me with a close-up view of his handsome face. He had a creamy olive complexion like he’d had a light tan versus the full bake.
I was gawking so damn hard I doubted I had missed a thing. I continued staring at the man, completely focused and mentally photocopying myself a perfect snapshot of him.
Hazel-green wrapped in pretty light brown specks in one eye and hazel-brown wrapped in flecks of green in the other, an exotic phenomenon. He kept his gaze pinned on mine as well, studying me the way I was him.
I was forced to reach out my hand to break the trance. It also gave me a chance to quell my desire to know whose capable hands I had been in.
“Patrena,” I introduced myself, craning my neck to get a good measurement of his height. Talk about flirting with the enemy… Syndicate be damned, this man was fine. He had that penetrating air about him like Khane, but he knew how to smile with his eyes and invite a person past the coat of tension he wore. He glanced at my outstretched hand and a tiny smile surfaced before he took it.
“Tywin,” he introduced himself in return, wrapping his hand around mine with a firmness that hinted at his strength.
Lord…
His caress was as warm as the small smile he had flashed me. I had just witnessed five men get murdered in the most disturbing ways known to mankind, been shot at, nearly assaulted, and low-key threatened by Khane. So, why the hell was I getting a warm and fuzzy feeling from Tywin considering all I had witnessed? Factor in the organization he may be connected to, the last thing I should have experienced was warmth. He let go of my hand way too fast.
“Let’s go,” Khane called out before I spit out another word. He was on the move and we all followed except the one with the shoulder-length hair. I glanced back in time to catch a smirk on his face before he reached to pull down the semi’s door. I hadn’t missed the scar on his neck that reminded me of the blade of the Grim Reaper’s scythe.
“This is the closest we could get to the safe house without leading searching eyes to our location,” Khane stated.
He may as well have been speaking pig Latin because we were clueless as to what the hell he was talking about.
“Anyone following us or attempting to track us by any other means, specifically digitally, can’t,” he explained, giving us an idea of why we’d been dropped off in the middle of Nowhereville next to the woods. I was set to point out Desiree’s bare feet as well as mine, but Khane’s keen eyes were already aimed at them.
“I’ll give you a lift,” he offered Des.
“Tywin,” he called, aiming a finger in my direction.
I bit into my lip to hold back my smile at the prospect of being in close contact with him again. Des and I stepped away from the men to tighten the thigh-high spa robes we were wearing; painfully aware we had no bras or panties on underneath.
I didn’t know how Desiree was feeling about climbing onto her soon-to-be brother-in-law’s back, half-naked, but I was feeling damn good about climbing onto Tywin. Plain black T-shirt, dark navy cargo pants, and combat boots did nothing to hide his tall and well-built body.
He dripped sex appeal. I should have been plagued with