Page 60 of High Treason
Who’s guarding him?
Me.
She left the women’s area and walked down the stairs. Karim and Fares nodded her direction. No eye contact, but that was a better reception than she’d received in the past.
Her pattern of investigation and protection since Tuesday hadn’t deviated from watchful mode, and she despised it. At times, she wondered if Liam’s heinous crimes stalked her like a demon.
She made her way to where Kord sat on a tufted bench, peering at his phone’s screen as though a massive glob of superglue held him in place. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he looked rather pitiful.
“Greetings from the dungeon,” he said.
She pointed to his bare feet. “Shoes destroyed?”
“That’s the least of my worries. Ali nearly drowned Malik. My guess is he’ll try to finish what he started.”
“Why not get some sleep? I’ll stay alert.”
He shook his head. “I could ask the same of you.”
“We’re partners.”
He gave her a slight smile. “If this blasted rain would stop, the FBI could arrange to get Malik out of here.”
“I have a whole list of what I’d like to see happen.”
He studied her, and uneasiness crept over her. “What were some of your past assignments?”
Not going there.“Boring compared to yours.”
“Your résumé skims what I know is an outstanding operative.”
“Off-limits.”
“Only making conversation. But I get it.”
She eased down beside him and met his gaze. His eyes told her more had crept into his mind than their mission.
“Strange,” he said.
“What?”
“If we were sitting here and not working, I’d take your hand.”
“Oh, really.” She kept her words flat.
“Then I might kiss you.”
She tingled. “Only if I let you.”
He laughed, allowing the tension between them to fade. So Kord felt the same attraction.
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m a pale blonde. We do that.”
“Oh, really.” He mocked her previous tone. “But you’d have the unequally yoked thing going.”
“That’s from the Bible.”
