“I’ll count to three and you join her, okay?” Kyle says so close to my ear, drawing shivers down my spine. “Take backup,” I say. “Worried about me, Princess?” “You wish.” My murmur isn’t believable even to my own ears. “No backup. You know I work better solo. Now, one, two…” He lifts his body over mine push-up style. “Three.” He completely stands up and I do, too, bolting to where Lia is crouching. I turn around to insist that he takes guards, but there’s no sign of him. That hotheaded man will be the death of me.
