When He's Dirty, стр. 46
“How?” I ask.
He motions to Adam. “He can be anyone and get anywhere. You see a homeless man on a corner, it could be Adam. For a big guy, he can be invisible.”
Adam picks up his glass and toasts me.
“Just call him the Invisible Man,” Savage says. “We do.”
“And last but not least,” Adrian says, “is Savage. Yes, he’s a killer—”
“Was,” Savage says. “I did that shit for the government and now I’m free from them and married. Now, I prefer to call myself a reluctant killer.”
“And,” Adrian says, “a skilled, licensed surgeon.”
I blink. “A surgeon?”
“I’m versatile like that,” Savage says, eating yet another piece of bread, after eating a basketful and a burger and fries.
“He saved my life,” Adam says. “And so did Adrian.”
“As you can tell,” Lucifer says, “Adam’s always trying to get himself killed.”
I inhale on that note and the realization that Adrian was with Adam while Adam was “trying to get himself killed” when he saved Adam’s life.
“Overseas operations,” Adrian supplies, obviously reading my reaction. “We can opt-in or out of those high-risk jobs.”
“This seems pretty high risk right here in Texas,” I comment, looking around the table. “And here you all are.”
“This is family,” Jacob says. “This isn’t a job. This is us having each others’ backs.”
Adrian’s fingers flex on my leg where his hand has settled, and there’s a tic to his jaw. I don’t understand this reaction, but then again, maybe I do. He said the Walker team only knows the Adrian of the past two years. Could he think he’ll lose them after he testifies and tells all his dirty deeds?
I wonder if he thinks the same of me.
Chapter Thirty-One
PRI
I don’t want the sins of my past to torment me for a lifetime, but I don’t know how to escape them. Neither does Adrian, I suspect. I squeeze his hand, eager to assure him in any way possible, even silently, that I understand what he’s feeling but he doesn’t look at me. The waitress chooses that moment to appear with the dessert menus, and right beside me for that matter, the interruption stealing the moment I’d intended with Adrian.
“Brownie sundaes around the table,” Savage declares. “We love that shit.”
Adam eyes Adrian and Adrian gives him a nod before capturing my hand. “Let’s go talk.”
I suspect the brownie sundaes are to buy Adrian time for this talk and I give my easy agreement. Adrian stands and takes me with him, leading me toward a glass door. On the other side, the pungent scent of cigars touches my nose. In a quick glance, I decide we’re in what appears to be a private, presently closed, cigar lounge with a private entrance, a bar, and heavy leather chairs paired with thick rugs. I sit on a reddish-brown leather couch and Adrian sits on a coffee table made from a tree trunk.
His hands settle on my knees, just beneath my skirt, his touch intimate, warm, possessive. I have a brief memory of how hard Logan tried to own me and failed. I’m confused at how easily Adrian does it without trying. “What do you think of the guys?” he asks.
“You were right. Meeting them gave me confidence, but I’m still worried about you being bait.”
“Let’s talk about that.”
I steel myself for wherever he’s going. “Why does that sound ominous?”
“I was selfish to get involved with you, Pri.”
That’s why I think he’s pulling away from me and it’s right then that I realize how hard I’ve already fallen for this man. It’s only been a chance encounter and a hot night, and already he can stab me in the heart with rejection. “I see,” I manage. “I just—we don’t need to do this.” I try to get up.
He holds my knees and me in place. “I don’t think you do. I have never wanted someone to the point that I couldn’t see the risks. I put you in the line of fire.”
“I was already in the line of fire. You don’t need an excuse to cool us off, Adrian. I get it. It’s fine.”
“Is it? Is it that easy for you to cool us off?”
I blink. “You’re confusing me right now.”
“Then let me be clear,” he says, leaning in closer, the masculine spice of his cologne a wicked play on my senses. “I don’t want to let you go and it’s too late anyway.”
My brows furrow. “Too late?”
“Waters insisted on meeting with you, not Ed. He doesn’t communicate with anyone but the top dog. I believe he knows we’re together. I believe you’re a target because of me.”
I suddenly understand why he wasn’t touching me outside, in the public eye where our relationship would be in plain view. “I was a target anyway.”
“I betrayed him. I earned his trust and betrayed him. He wants me to pay. He’ll go after what I care about.”
“Just because you sleep with me doesn’t mean you care about me.” I hold up a hand. “I’m not saying you don’t.”
“I do,” he says, his voice a low rumble, almost a growl. “You know I do.”
I study his earnest expression and press my hand to his face. “I do know, but you also know that I have my own sins I’m playing to right now. My own dirty side. I’m in this all the way. I’m not scared. So knowing that, now what?”
He captures my hands. “We have options. Number one, Ed could go with me today before he goes into hiding.”
“No. I don’t trust Ed. His assistant is suddenly on an unexpected vacation, and he’s acting off. No. He might turn on you.”
“Number two. I could go alone.”
“No,” I say again. “The DA has to be represented in a firm ‘no deal’ statement. I’m going with you, so now what?”
“Number three starts with