“We’re going to need more people,” she said.
“Three cars back. Looks like Josh and Mitch.”
“What the hell use are a singer and a suit? We need people with guns.”
There was silence for a beat. “Please tell me you didn’t bring a gun.”
Megan didn’t answer, because he’d specifically said not to tell him.
Dimitri heaved a sigh. “You can’t go in armed.”
She didn’t think that rated an answer either, because she could definitely go in armed.
“Give me your backpack,” he ordered.
“Not going to happen.”
“I’m your superior. You’re still a trainee. When I give you an order in the field, you’d damn well better obey.”
There was so much wrong with his statement that it took Megan a minute to decide what to deal with first. “Nobody’s my superior. We aren’t in the field. This isn’t a job. And you aren’t in charge. So, you can stuff your order right up—”
A car shot past them, and one of Lake’s men saluted from the passenger window.
“At last.” Megan breathed a sigh of relief. “Some decent backup. I bet nobody’s asked them if they have guns.”
She couldn’t wait until she lost her trainee-badass status and her right to bear arms was no longer under question. Although, that right might only hold up in America. She needed to Google that.
“Whatever you’re thinking,” Dimitri said. “Stop it.”
“Just get us to Fort William and let me deal with the rest.”
“We should have rented a house there for the duration,” Dimitri said for the millionth time since they’d arrived in Scotland three days earlier.
“Don’t you think it’s enough that my crazy brother-in-law moved his wife and mother-in-law there two months ago, ‘Just to be safe’? Invertary’s close enough. We’ll get there in plenty of time.”
He shot her a skeptical look. “Are you sure? How long does it take to have a baby?”
“Two babies. And it takes as long as it takes.” She shuddered at the thought of suffering through days of pain pushing out not one but two human beings. “I’m never having kids. You do know that, right?”
“Buffy.” He said in the tone he used when talking her out of her underwear.
“I’m serious. Twins run in our family. You saw how big Claire got toward the end. She looked like she’d swallowed a bus. Her ankles had swollen to the same width as my thighs. And all she did was cry. Nothing on this green earth would make me go through that.”
He glanced at her with molten eyes that made her clench her thighs together. “Nothing?”
She swallowed hard, determined to resist the power of his sex appeal. “Nothing. Still want to marry me?” She couldn’t help holding her breath as she waited for the answer.
His grin was pure sexual promise. “You don’t get out of it that easy.”
“Whatever,” she said, trying to sound casual as a wave of relief swept through her.
“Speaking of weddings,” Dimitri said as they zoomed along the highway. “We’ve got time to talk before we hit Fort William. How about we set a date for the big day?”
Megan groaned and sank into her seat. “How about the tenth of never? That good for you?”
A look of sheer determination crossed his face. “You ever been to Vegas?”
“The only way you’re getting me to Vegas is by drugging me and carrying me onto the plane.”