Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,72
nearly disastrous results.
“I want to kill Dex,” Antony suddenly declared.
Her eyes widened. Her stare jumped toward the two frowning cops. “He’s exaggerating,” she hurried to say.
“No, I’m damn well not. This is a serious cluster situation, and the perps should never have gotten so close to you. You were supposed to be safe, off-grid, you were—”
“I knew Dex wanted to lure in the bad guys. He let them find me. The idea was that we’d take them into custody, and all of this would be over.”
Antony’s face flushed. A very dangerous shade of red. “What?”
Judging by that unnatural color…“I think you heard me.”
“I will kill him!”
Again, the cops looked nervous.
Alyssa shook her head. “He’s not killing anyone,” she assured them. “Just exaggerating. You know how it is.”
Their expressions said, no, they didn’t exactly know how it was.
Alyssa peered back at Antony. “Watch what you say,” she advised softly. “Especially when we are in front of cops.”
His clenched jaw flexed. Antony gritted out, “You knew what he’d planned?”
“I suspected back at the hospital.”
“And you went with him? Are you crazy?”
Her shoulders stiffened. “I’m not crazy. I am tired of being chased by bad guys. I’m tired of having my whole life turned upside down. I’m tired of running.” She could hear the heat in her own words. “So the idea of setting a trap appealed to me. I went in with my eyes open.”
“You could have been killed!”
She edged closer to him and dropped her voice even more. “And you’re a spy. You could be killed on every mission you take.” Her voice was so low the cops wouldn’t be able to hear her. She’d also moved and angled her body so that they wouldn’t be able to see her lips moving as she asked, “Do you let that stop you?”
“Alyssa…”
“He was going to shoot Sebastian.” This part still had her shaking. “Did anyone tell you that?”
Antony’s brow furrowed.
“The man was running out of the smoke—some guy dressed in all black. I think he was the one who set the bomb. He aimed his gun, and he was going to shoot Sebastian in the back.” Her heart iced at the memory. “I screamed for him to stop. He didn’t. So I shot him.”
Her brother blinked. “Say that again.”
“I shot him. At least twice. I couldn’t let him hurt Sebastian.”
“You shot a man…to protect Sebastian.” Antony frowned, as if he were having a really hard time understanding those facts.
Seeing as how he’d just repeated the events perfectly to her, it was obvious he got what she was saying. “Yes. You know I’m a good shot.” Not as good as their mother, but still…she always hit her target.
“You’ve never shot at a person before!”
“And a person was never trying to shoot the man I love before!”
His eyes became saucers. “No.”
Crap. Those words had flown out. As they always do. She cleared her throat. “I’m really tired.”
“You love Sebastian?”
She’d just said so.
“Since when?” Antony demanded.
She looked away. The cops were watching with avid gazes. Could the situation get any more embarrassing? “Let’s talk about it later.”
“You can’t love him. You barely even seem to like him most days.”
“Sometimes, what you see isn’t always what you get.” She backed away from Antony.
“It’s because of the sex.” He nodded. “You’re confusing good sex and love.”
She had to stare at him. An are-you-freaking-serious stare.
“What an idiot,” Isla mumbled. But her voice was just loud enough to be clearly heard. Alyssa was sure that was deliberate.
“I am absolutely not!” Antony straightened his shoulders. “I will have you know that I am—”
“And I will have you know that I’ve had sex before,” Alyssa stormed right over his words. Obviously, the cops were going to hear it all. Wonderful. “Not like it’s my first rodeo.”
Now Antony winced. “I don’t want to know about your sex partners. That is something a brother should not ever—”
“You’re the one who told me I’d confused good sex with love. Newsflash, I’ve had good sex. I didn’t think it was love. I just thought it was good sex. And I don’t have good sex with Sebastian.”
His brows furrowed. “You don’t? I mean, that’s great. Then you won’t need to have sex with him again and—”
“I have amazing sex with him. Because I love him.” It was getting easier to say. So what if the cops heard? Maybe it was time to say it to everyone. Or, at least to the person who needed to hear the confession the most.
Sebastian.
“Since when?” Antony seemed truly perplexed. “You’ve