Sharpshooter (Shadow Agents 3)

“I’m going to start living my life on my terms,” Sydney told him. “Consider yourself warned.”

Then she spun away. Sydney headed toward Cale and the redhead. More backup had swarmed the scene. Other EOD agents who’d come to lend their support for the rescue-and-takedown operation.

Gunner stared after Sydney, feeling...lost.

Then Logan cleared his throat. “I’ve seen that look before.”

Gunner glared at him. Logan might be the team leader for the Shadow Agents, and Gunner considered him as a friend most days, but the man should know not to—

“Better watch yourself, or you might just lose something important.”

Sydney had already walked away. Logan didn’t understand.

She was never mine to lose.

* * *

THE BAR WAS too loud. The place was packed with too many people, and coming there, well, it had been a serious mistake.

Sydney huffed out a hard breath and pushed her barely sipped drink away. She’d gotten back to the States just hours before—finally gotten a break for some serious R & R time, and she’d gone home to Baton Rouge.

But it didn’t feel like home anymore.

So many missions. So many places.

They were all blending together into a hail of gunfire and death.

“A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be sitting alone.” The voice, marked with the Cajun that she loved, came from her right.

Sydney’s gaze rose, and she found herself staring at a tall, blond man. He was handsome, with the kind of good looks that probably drew women all the time.

So why isn’t he drawing me?

She’d come to that bar to find someone like him. It seemed as if she’d been living in a void for the past two years of her life, and she wanted—so desperately wanted—to start feeling again.

The blond glanced at her drink. “Don’t you like it?”

Sydney shook her head. “It’s not what I wanted.”

He pulled up the bar stool next to her, leaned in close. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”

A stranger, a guy who didn’t know her at all, and he looked at her with more warmth than Gunner did.

Don’t think about him. This was not supposed to be another Gunner night.

She forced a smile on her face. Gunner was miles away. He always had been. This man, he was right in front of her. She wanted to live, and here was her chance. “I’m really not sure,” she said softly. The words were the truth.

What did she want?

Gunner.

That wasn’t happening. Time to consider other options.

The guy leaned toward her. “How about we start with a dance, then? Maybe that will help you figure out just what you want.”

How long had it been since she’d danced with someone? Too long.

“I’m Colin,” he said, giving her a broad smile. “And I promise, I’m a good guy.”