Sharpshooter (Shadow Agents 3)

There wasn’t any more time for talking or questions then. As Mercer herded them out, he separated her from the rest of the group and led her to his office.

She knew her own interrogation was about to begin.

She’d wanted to prove that Gunner was innocent, but she hadn’t wanted anyone to die.

Two deaths in the past twenty-four hours.

What would happen next? Because Sydney was sure the nightmare wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

* * *

SHE WAS PREGNANT.

Slade walked down the hallway, trying to keep his movements slow and easy, even as rage built inside him.

Sydney was pregnant. He’d seen the way Gunner touched her stomach, heard his brother’s desperate whisper.

Cale was walking behind him doing guard duty. Slade had just saved Sydney, been the hero, and they were still guarding him.

Gunner had looked as though he would choke when he realized Slade had been the one to save the day.

Too late this time, brother. For once, someone else got to be the hero.

Cale’s hand wrapped around Slade’s shoulder. “Mercer wants to talk to you.”

Of course he did. Mercer would want to grill him some more when he should want to pin a medal on his chest.

But Gunner was the one with the medals, and he...he was the one left to rot.

Slade nodded. “Right,” he said timidly. He thought the tremble in his voice was a good touch. Made him look as if he was still shaken after the shooting.

He’d planned to kill Hal that day, one way or another. He’d known the guy was a weak link, and he’d intended to eliminate him at the first opportunity. Only he’d wanted Hal’s death to be linked to Gunner. More evidence and suspicion mounted on big brother.

No matter. At least Sydney was back to thinking he was the good guy. He could definitely manage to use that to his advantage.

As for putting more suspicion on Gunner? Well, he already knew exactly what he’d do on that score. And after the next attack, Sydney would be convinced that her lover was trying to kill her.

Chapter Ten

“Sydney!” She turned at Gunner’s call. She’d been heading for the elevator. It was far past midnight, and she just needed to crash.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked her.

More than ready. She’d been heading upstairs to find him, but now they could just head out to the parking garage together.

“I had your car brought in,” he told her as they slid into the elevator.

“Thanks.” She knew her smile had to be tired.

Gunner frowned at her, and then he leaned forward and pressed the emergency stop button on the elevator’s control panel.

“Uh, Gunner?” The elevator had stopped.

He pulled her into his arms, kissed her. The kiss was wild, hot, desperate.

His hands were tight around her, his body so hard and strong. He kissed her as if she were some kind of lifeline for him. As if he needed her to survive.

Only fair, since she needed him so very badly.