“Fuck, I know Knight.” Ian grimaced. “Special Ops my ass, he’s deep level. Every damned mission over there goes through his office one way or the other. He could blow your cover sky-high.”
“Get Jordan on the line,” Micah ordered him as he straightened from the post. “Have him pull Mr. Knight out, ASAP. I want him unable and unwilling to open his damned mouth.”
Ian flipped open his cell phone as Micah tensed. Risa looked worried. She kept her expression turned from him, her body was tense, and Mac Knight looked thunderous.
Micah watched them, frowning. He didn’t like that proprietary look Knight had in his eyes any more than he liked seeing Risa in the other man’s arms.
“Give Jordan one minute,” Ian murmured. “He’s having him called into base. Jordan will be waiting there on him along with his CO.”
“If it’s not too late,” Micah growled.
They watched, and almost to the minute later the other man paused, his gaze slashing to Micah and Ian as he pulled his cell phone from his jeans, spoke into it, then glared back at them.
Micah smiled, a slow, triumphant curve of his lips that he made certain wasn’t there when Risa turned back to him.
The look in her eyes assured him that she had heard something that had upset her. Something that had most likely pissed her off.
“Ian.” Mac’s gaze was cool as he faced both Micah and Ian. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Mac.” Ian nodded, then looked at Risa before lifting his gaze back to the other man. “Leaving so soon?”
A mocking glint filled Mac’s eyes as Micah curved his arm around Risa’s stiff back and pulled her against him.
“Duty calls,” Mac stated, the mockery fully present in his voice. “I hope you’re looking after Risa,” he warned Ian then.
Ian tilted his head, looked at Risa, then at Mac, and let a smile tip his lips. “I let Micah take care of that, Mac. Since he’s living with her, I’d consider that his job, wouldn’t you?”
Mac didn’t answer. His yellow-brown eyes stared into Micah’s as Micah felt the overwhelming urge to show the little pup exactly who the big dog was where Risa was concerned.
“I’ll be talking to you soon, Ian.” It sounded like a warning as Mac turned to Risa, bent, kissed her cheek, and nodded in farewell before leaving.
“How very interesting.” Risa looked up at Micah with false brightness. “You’re a true man of mystery, Micah.” Then her eyes hardened as she stared at Ian. “I’m ready to go home. I’ve had enough for the night.”
She didn’t give either of them a chance to respond but moved away instead, her hips twitching with a snap. Micah grimaced. She was pissed.
“We’re in trouble,” Ian murmured.
“No,” Micah sighed. “I am. You’re not the one that has to live with her when she’s pissed.”
“True,” Ian grunted. “But I have to live with Kira. Ex-agent. Remember?”
“She’d just kill you fast,” Micah sighed. “I get to die slow.”
“There is that.” Ian was almost laughing. “There is definitely that, Micah.”
CHAPTER 18
BY THE TIME THE limo pulled up at the apartment building, Micah could feel the tension humming around Risa. She was silent, deadly with feminine rage. He could feel it pulsing in the air around them.
Ian and Kira pulled into the parking lot in front of the building, there more or less on Risa’s orders. With a sweet smile and a firm command she had posed it as a request, but Micah and Ian knew better. The invitation she had made for the other couple to return to the apartment was couched in gentle words, but they’d all seen the look in her eyes.
Kira had been amused but questioning as she looked from Micah to Ian, as though they should know exactly what Knight had said to her.
The hell if Micah had a clue, but he made a mental note to find the bastard himself soon and find out exactly what had happened.
“I’m surprised you wanted company tonight,” Micah observed as Travis opened the door and helped Risa out.
He noticed she released the other agent’s hand as quickly as possible.