She was aware of the other three men watching her curiously.
“I have my gear, Thor.” She straightened as the doors slid open and a couple left the elevator. Their expressions were wary as their gazes moved over the less than reputable-looking group.
Diane snickered up at Thor as she stepped into the elevator and caught his disgruntled look. Readjusting her gear on her shoulders, she almost wished she had taken him up on his offer.
Yeah, she would have loved to have had Thor haul her gear for her. His shoulders were a hell of a lot stouter than hers, and he carried his own gear as though it weighed nothing. But her uncle had warned her that no matter how tired or wounded she was, she had to pull her own weight if she wanted them to respect her. The day she couldn’t haul her own gear, and she wasn’t wounded, was the day her men would start protecting her instead of following her. It would be the day she would lose her command.
She’d fought too many years for their respect to risk that. She wasn’t going to give it up because she’d missed a few nights’ sleep in order to return to the States in time to follow the lead she had been given and to complete her mission.
“Man, I need a cold beer, a warm woman and a soft bed,” Aaron said, sighing as he leaned against the elevator wall, his brown eyes reflecting the same weariness they all felt.
Diane snorted as she leaned against the wall as well and waited for the tenth floor. “Cold beer, warm shower, and that soft bed.” She sighed.
The thought of a warm man slid through her mind and she immediately, forcibly, pushed it back.
“Here we go,” Thor breathed out in relief as the doors slid open. “I’ll let you know about that accountant, boss.”
“I’ll be there,” she promised. “Once Wyatt hears my report we’ll probably be heading out for that vacation we’ve all dreamed of.”
It was the only distraction she had to use to explain her own disappearance once she gave the impression of having given up on this mission.
She wasn’t about to give up.
The girl she was looking for was too important and there were too many forces converging around her for Diane to give up now.
“Night, boss.” Thor headed in the opposite direction to his room.
“Night, boss,” Malcolm echoed as he crossed the hall to his room.
“See ya, boss.” Aaron followed Thor, and headed farther up the hall, his shoulders drooping just a bit.
Aaron got his wish to head home to see his parents. Brick could pick up with the woman he’d been living with for the past few years, while Malcolm had a sister he intended to visit. Thor kept talking about budgets, accountants and balancing the books. She threw a careless wave over her shoulder to her men as she headed down the hall to her room. Reaching the door, she nodded to the Breed Enforcers assigned to guard the floor of the exclusive D.C. hotel reserved for Breed VIP visitors to the city.
Tonight, it was home.
She could feel the grime of the past three days on her body, and the long hours spent in the middle of the desert before that hadn’t helped. And it seemed no matter the direction she went, the information she was searching for was always one step ahead of them. Just as the woman was.
Lawe stepped from the stairwell entrance, preferring it over the elevator to help alleviate some of the tension that tightened his muscles.
As the door closed behind him, the ping of the elevator had him pausing as the doors slid open and Rule stepped into the hall.
Dressed in black, the Lion Breed Enforcer insignia on his right shoulder and his black hair pulled back from his face to reveal the strong features and brilliance of his topaz eyes, he didn’t look like Lawe’s twin. There was a resemblance, though, one strong enough that the genetic line wasn’t in doubt.
He paused as he turned and saw Lawe, a frown marking his brow.
“Jonas didn’t mention you were scheduled to be here.”
Lawe’s lips tightened.
“Do you ever get tired of his machinations?”
Rule snorted. “Don’t we all. If it weren’t for the fact that killing him would only cause more problems, I would kill him myself.”
It was a regular refrain from damned near every Breed that came in contact with the director.
Rule tilted his head then as he stared back at Lawe questioningly. “Why are you here?”
“Because Jonas is playing games with us,” Lawe growled. “He knows she’s my mate, Rule.”