Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,15

woman. But he did walk quickly.

Of all the women in the world and on the team, why her?

The reasons were simple, but together they formed a complex issue.

Kelsey was like him. She was daring. She leapt into danger without a care for her own safety. She put others first. There was so much courage in a tiny package. He wanted to protect her, even though he knew she wouldn’t appreciate that protection. He even liked her sarcasm. Nothing got her down. Ever.

She took too many chances, though. Eventually, those were going to get her burned.

He pulled on clothes without much thought. His focus was on the woman in his home.

His attraction to her wasn’t based on merit alone. She was an attractive woman, whether she was bruised and bleeding or dressed up as she was now. It was her big, brown eyes. They held life and light inside of them despite what she’d seen of the world.

Dressed, but no better prepared, he returned to the living room to find that Kelsey had brewed two cups of coffee.

“It’s decaf, don’t worry,” she said as she passed a mug to him.

He took it and leaned an arm on the kitchen bar.

Kelsey stared at his chest, one brow arched. “Hashtag Not A Fashion?”

Logan glanced down.

He’d grabbed the worn, black T-shirt from the top of his pile of clean laundry.

“Friend made it,” he said.

She chuckled. “No, duh. You aren’t exactly into fashion.”

“It’s—never mind.”

“No, tell me.” She blew across the top of the mug.

He studied her for a moment. Was this sarcasm? Or was she curious?

Part of him wanted her to care, because maybe they’d stop sniping at each other and become friends. Or something else.

He was a fool, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Two of my childhood friends started a fashion company. Label? Whatever. They do what they call high fashion clothing inspired by traditional Cherokee life. There was something in New York a few months back.”

“I saw that. The designer doing something stupid and people showed up to call him out on it?” Kelsey’s eyes lit up and she gasped. “Were you there? At a fashion show?”

“Yes.” He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

“Hm.” She smiled and took a tentative sip of the coffee.

“Hm, what? What does that mean?”

“I’m seeing a whole new side of you, Muller.”

Logan wasn’t sure how to take that statement. It seemed like every step he took with her was the wrong one.

He tilted his head at the table. “Oliver Reid?”

Kelsey nodded and crossed to sit at the other side of the table from him while he opened the bottom kitchen cabinet and unlocked the safe where he kept his documents and tablet.

“How is it that you were the only one who made the cut?” Kelsey asked.

“Those four have never interviewed for anything in their lives. Well, Jamie should have done better, but he’s so damn distracted lately.”

That was something Logan would have to bring up with Jamie. They were all used to his ways and knew the girlfriend cycle with their serial monogamist. Only this relationship seemed to be sticking. Chances were they’d pushed into new territory. If that was the case, Logan was happy for the couple, but Jamie had to dial back in to work.

Logan set the stack of files on the table and lowered into the chair across from Kelsey.

They’d gotten the list of names from a source in custody who’d once been an international forger, Obran. He didn’t so much as create new identities as he did new lives. Obran was an inconsistent informant. He’d give some intel easily and other times wouldn’t say a word. This list of identities he’d created went back to some of the earliest things he’d given them. But they hadn’t figured out how to use it until now.

“Did facial recognition work?” She reached over and flipped open the top file.

“It did.” He set the tablet between them. “Oliver Reid...”

He tapped in his password and brought up the file for her to see.

“There you are,” Kelsey muttered and peered at the screen.

Obran couldn’t tell them who the new Oliver Reid had been, only who he was now.

“That guy.” Logan grimaced. “If the Oliver Reid showing up tomorrow is this guy, I’d be willing to bet money he’s going to make an attempt to kill Dixon.”

“Great,” she muttered.

“We should take him out before. Maybe we can question him.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” She sighed. “We need to get you access to the security cameras so you can see him coming.