Millie came back with the drinks—one amber colored and one pink and yellowish-orange. Millie sat down and placed the pink and yellowish-orange drink in front of Kiarra. “Since you probably have never had a drink before, I decided it was best to start with something that doesn’t really taste like alcohol.” Mille waggled her eyebrows. “That drink is called Sex on the Beach.”
Kiarra blinked and Millie laughed. “If you can hold your alcohol, and I flirt with the bartender, I might be able to convince him to make a Slippery Nipple later.” She raised her glass and clinked it with Kiarra’s. “Welcome to Scotland. Cheers!”
A few more days in Millie’s company and Kiarra would definitely be able to control her reactions to embarrassing comments.
She sniffed her drink, decided it smelled nice and took a sip. And then another. Millie placed a hand on her free arm. “Whoa, partner, slow down or you’ll be flat on the floor before Jax gets here, and I will never hear the end of it.”
Kiarra took one last sip and put the glass down. The cozy atmosphere of the pub, combined with the warm and tingly feeling spreading through her body, made her feel relaxed. She’d put off asking Millie personal questions, but if she was going to find out anything, now would be the time to do it, before Jaxton arrived.
Kiarra scooted her chair in and asked, “So, who or what was Tasanee?”
Millie raised an eyebrow, but Kiarra forced herself to maintain eye contact. When Millie smiled, she let out a breath.
“You caught that, huh? Clever girl.” Millie took a drink from her glass. “She’s the daughter of a politician.” Millie looked around and leaned in close. Kiarra did the same. “I saved her from a very bad situation.”
Kiarra took another sip and said, “Does anyone in your family not go around rescuing people in distress?”
Millie laughed. “That would be brilliant, having a family of superheroes, but it’s just Jax and I. We’ve been doing it a long time, though, so we make up for the rest of the family.”
Millie waved to someone over her shoulder and Kiarra wanted to curse her luck. She’d barely asked Millie anything. Leave it to Jaxton to interrupt her plans.
Anxious to see how Jaxton would react to her new look, Kiarra smoothed her dress and turned around, but it wasn’t Jaxton. Two men, one dark haired and the other red haired, were walking toward them.
Kiarra whispered, “Why are they heading this way?”
“Because they’re interested in us, ducky.”
Kiarra froze. “I really don’t want to talk with them. Besides, isn’t Jaxton supposed to be here soon?”
Millie patted her hand. “You’ll do fine. If they try to harm you, they’ll have to deal with me. I always carry a few knives, just to be safe.”
Kiarra didn’t want to think of where Millie had stashed them in such a skimpy dress.
The men reached their table, introduced themselves, and sat down. Millie leaned on the table, giving Kiarra, and by extension the men, an eyeful of her breasts. Millie waved a hand toward Kiarra. “Forgive my friend, she’s a little shy.”
The red-haired man looked at Kiarra and gave a sly smile. “Shy ones are often the most interesting when alone.”
Was he trying to flirt with her? She wasn’t interested in him, and the look in his eyes alone gave her a bad feeling.
But if she could keep her cool back in Seattle and help Jaxton capture those two people, she should be able to handle talking with two strangers. She gave a weak smile, hoping she wouldn’t have to put up with the man for long. Jaxton should be along any minute, and his growl would probably scare them away in two seconds flat.
As the red-haired man starting talking, she looked down at her drink and traced shapes in the condensation on the glass. Maybe he would take the hint and leave her alone.
But then the red-haired man put a hand on her arm and everything went downhill.
Jaxton had tried deciphering the recon Millie had left for him, but his mind had kept wandering. Unable to concentrate, he would get up, pace, look out the window, pace some more, and sit back down. The cycle repeated itself for hours, until it was time to leave and meet Millie and Kiarra at the pub.
He was worried about Kiarra. Millie could take care of herself, but she was unused to working with another person. There was a big difference between only looking out for yourself and ensuring the safety of two or more people.
This was the first time Jaxton had truly been parted from Kiarra since breaking into the AMT, and he didn’t like it.
If only Kiarra had her fire. Neena had said it’d be easy to bring it back, but for the first time since he’d met her five years ago, he doubted her words.
Jaxton arrived at the pub, opened the door, and scowled at the crowd. There were too many people here, especially for a newly freed first-born. He finally spotted Kiarra and Millie sitting in the middle of the room, at a table near the bar.
As he walked toward the women, he noticed that they weren’t alone; two men were sitting with them.
He was going to kill Millie. Kiarra was definitely not ready for men on a pull.