she’d seen before on her job. “Bug?”
He nodded tightly.
Sienna flashed him an innocent smile, shrugged, and then slumped. “Jax. That bastard bugged me.”
Chapter Five
Legian dropped the tracking device and shot it, sending dirt and leaves scattering. Sienna cringed from the blast and from the anger radiating off him.
He watched the charred device smoke for a couple seconds before he spun on his heel and gave her the I’m-pissed-off-at-the-world-and-at-you-most-of-all look. “You could have been taken. Or harmed.”
Sienna held up her hands in surrender. “I thought I could trust him.”
He turned away, giving her his back. With a sigh of exasperation, he ran a hand across the back of his neck and rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, the sound of his neck cracking breaking the night’s silence.
The action was a telltale sign that he was getting a tension headache. Legian and headaches did not mix. She lifted a tentative hand and rubbed his bicep. “I just wanted to help.”
After a moment, he turned his head and looked her up and down, not appearing one bit happier. But at least he was no longer a racecar in red. “Take off your clothes.”
Confused, Sienna cocked her head. He said nothing more, just continued to watch her. He looked neither happy nor aroused.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“You could have another tracer on you.”
She furrowed her brow. “Why in the world would they plant a second bug?”
“It’s what I would do. Clothes. Off. Now.”
“Please,” Sienna mumbled as she yanked off her jacket and began to undo her belt. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She glanced up, but he wasn’t looking at her. Legian was too busy looking down the dark road to take notice.
“Too late. They’re moving in.”
“Guess you shouldn’t have destroyed the bug to let them know we’re onto them, huh,” she muttered and bit her lip, instantly regretting not keeping that little outburst in the Inner Dialogue category. But, freaking A, that man knew how to push her buttons. After all, getting bugged was an honest, newbie mistake. Getting bugged by her late husband’s best friend … that just hurt.
“I don’t hear anything.” With the bike headlights off, the country night was black under a thick cloud cover. Exactly how Sephians liked it best.
“Three vehicles. About a mile off. Closing in fast.”
“Call the base for pick up?” she asked, at the same time thanking God for Sephian night vision.
“No time.”
Her heart plummeted. In a rush, Sienna threw on her helmet and jumped on the bike. Legian moved even faster. The headlights came to life when they revved the engines. Kicking up gravel, they sped down the one-lane road and away from the military.
Legian drove way too fast for her skill. It was a miracle she kept up with him without breaking her neck. That was, until he hit the brakes, and he almost had a Spyder and a human shoved up his ass. She cranked the bike sideways, her grip superglue on the handlebar. Having two wheels on front saved her. If it had been a regular bike, she would have laid it flat. As it was, the front right tire stopped an inch from his bike.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, the words coming out more shrill than intended.
“Dead-end.”
Shit, shit, shit. She tilted her head enough to look past him. “Hoof it from here?”
“We go on foot. Into the woods.”
She shook her head before turning off the bike and grabbing the key, just in case she could get back to it.
About the time she pulled off her helmet, she stopped and turned. There was no mistaking the engine noise now; they were coming up fast and hard. Multiple big vehicles. Go Army. Her helmet fell to the ground with a thud, and she gave one last winsome look at the Spyder.
I really loved that bike.
“We’ll find out soon enough if you have a second tracer on you.” Legian grabbed her hand and led the way into the woods. She followed him in the