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  Evan didn’t like where this was heading. “Mr. Cady—”

  The man stepped back from them. “In any case, my invitation to the auction at my house is for you as a pair. If your lovely wife decides she cannot make it, there is no reason for you to come, either, Mr. Sinclair. My wife will be expecting a couple, not a single man. I am not interested in letting her down on this matter.”

  “I just think it would be better—”

  “Both or neither, Mr. Sinclair.” Cady seemed uninterested in any argument, so Evan just shut his mouth.

  The drug lord turned and began walking toward his men. “I assume, since your wife had to arrive in some sort of vehicle, you won’t need my men to escort you back to the pier.”

  Evan looked down at Juliet, who nodded again. “Yes, we’ve got our own ride, thanks.”

  “Then I’ll be in touch and look forward to seeing you both again soon.” Cady and his men walked out the door.

  * * *

  EVAN WATCHED THEM LEAVE, then tucked Juliet more firmly to his side. “Hang in there, baby,” he whispered.

  “Evan, I can’t…” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

  “Don’t think about anything right now. Let’s just get out to your car. Where is it?”

  “In the back alley, on the northeast side of the building.” Her words had an uneven cadence.

  Evan led her out through the door she’d come in. They made it to her car.

  If possible Juliet looked even more pale out in the sunlight. Evan leaned her up against the vehicle “Where are the keys, Jules? Under the mat?”

  She nodded.

  “Okay. Let’s get you in the car and back home. All right?”

  “Evan, I’m going to be s—” Juliet didn’t even get all the words out before she bent over and was violently ill all over the pavement.

  Evan offered his support by touching her back, but she waved him away. Even after she lost the contents of her stomach she continued to dry heave.

  Evan knew there was nothing he could do. Her system was in shock and just needed to run its course. He winced as she once again heaved. It was painful to watch, and he was just glad she had been able to keep herself under control for so long.

  Eventually Juliet pulled herself to an upright position, although she kept her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. “I think I’m okay now.” Her voice was cracked and hoarse.

  Evan helped her into the car, thankful that her face had some color in it now and the shaking seemed to have stopped.

  “Juliet, what the hell are you doing here?” he finally asked, as they pulled away from the warehouse area and headed back toward DC.

  She sat with her eyes closed, leaning back against the headrest. “Mark Bolick, one of the guys you arrested from DS-13 last month with Sawyer, has ties to Cady and was about to blow your cover.”

  Evan cursed under his breath. Things had already been going pretty poorly before Juliet arrived. If Bolick had stumbled in and accused him of being a cop, that would’ve been it for Evan.

  “You saved my life,” he told Juliet.

  She gave a bark of mirthless laughter. “Not on purpose. If there had been anyone else around I could’ve called, I would have, believe me.”

  “Well, you did it and that’s what counts. Plus, Cady was pretty antsy about why Lisa Sinclair wasn’t with me. You showing up when you did probably saved my life again, or at the very least the whole case.”

  Juliet still had her eyes closed. “Like I said, I didn’t do that on purpose, either. Then I almost blew the whole thing.”

  “But you didn’t.”

  She shrugged and Evan knew better than to argue with her. She refused to acknowledge her own success because of her physical reaction afterward.

  “You did good, Jules. It was a dicey situation. Cady was ready to call the whole thing off, or maybe even get rid of me completely, because you weren’t there.”

  “I thought you had a plan for what you were going to say.”

  Evan took the exit for the interstate leading to Washington. “I had a bunch of possibilities, based on how the situation was going. But Cady started up about you almost right away. I was still reeling from the change of locations and my phone sinking to the bottom of the harbor.”

  “No wonder we couldn’t contact you. I tried to let you know about Bolick, then sent Baltimore PD to the pier.”

  “Evidently, Cady’s even more security-conscious than we thought. And definitely pro-family. He was not interested in talking to me at all if you weren’t in the picture. Every excuse I had—that we had broken up, that you just weren’t interested in the business anymore—wasn’t going to fly, I could tell.”

  Out of the corner of his eye, Evan could see tension fill Juliet’s body and her breathing become more rapid, although she was still leaning against the headrest.

  “What? Are you okay? Are you going to be sick again?”

  “Evan, Cady’s not going to deal with you if I’m not involved.”

  He reached over and took her hand, shocked when she didn’t jerk away instantly. He had touched Juliet more in the past hour than he had in the whole past year.

  “It’ll be all right, Jules. I can make it work without you.”

  Now Juliet opened her pretty green eyes to look at him, her breathing becoming even more pronounced. “How, Evan? You heard Cady. He was adamant about the two of us being together or you not bothering to come to the auction at all. And he has drone override codes.”

  Juliet was right. Despite his assurances, Evan couldn’t see how he was going to make it into the auction without her. If he had known what a hangup Cady would have for Juliet’s attendance with him, Evan would’ve gotten another agent—someone who could pass for Juliet—and gone in with her. Sure, that plan had its own problems, but it was better than where they were now: having an open invitation to infiltrate a huge crime lord’s organization, but not being able to move on it.

  Evan cursed silently. He couldn’t force Juliet to go back undercover; after what he’d seen today, he knew the price would be too high.

  And honestly, despite the confidence he had in her overall, and the firm belief she could again become the great agent she had once been, he wasn’t sure she could do it right now. Not that she was willing, anyway.

  Evan glanced over at Juliet, watching her trying to get herself under control. She didn’t look like a law enforcement agent right now. She looked like a woman who was frightened. She still had her Glock clutched in her small fist.

  He would just have to find another way to get into the auction with Vince Cady. But hell if he had a single damned idea of how he would do so.

  He felt Juliet slip her hand out of his as she turned her head to the window. Silence permeated the car. Evan didn’t know what he could possibly say to make this better, so he didn’t even try.

  They drove all the way back to DC—Evan would have to send someone else to get his car at the pier—and pulled into the Omega parking garage without Juliet saying another word. At one point Evan had wondered if she’d fallen asleep. But at least her breathing was even and she had color in her face. All signs of her earlier panic attack seemed to be gone.

  Maybe that was why he was so shocked when she turned to him as he parked her car.

  “I’ll go back under, Evan. It’s our only hope.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “We sat in this very room yesterday and had this exact conversation. You weren’t ready then. You can’t possibly be ready now.”

  Sawyer spoke to Juliet, but wasn’t looking at her; he was glaring at Evan. The conversation had been going on for the past twenty minutes. It was the first time in memory that Juliet could recall wishing that a bomber still threatened Washington, DC.

  At least then her brothers wouldn’t
be here trying to convince her of something she already knew: this was a bad idea.

  “Sawyer, it’s the only option.” Juliet didn’t raise her voice.

  “Hell no, it’s not the only option. And even if it was, we’d figure out something else.”

  Silence flooded the room. That was the problem—there really weren’t any other options. Not ones that could solve the problem in the amount of time they had. None of the four people in the room, Juliet, Evan, Sawyer or Cameron, had much that could be offered by way of an alternate plan.

  Juliet spoke calmly. “It was bad enough when Cady had the surface-to-air missiles. But now he has the drone override codes. If anyone has an alternate plan I’m willing to listen to it. If not…”

  More silence. Which was broken by the phone ringing on the conference room table.

  “Why did a call get routed in here?” Evan asked.

  “Because it’s Dylan. I gave him a heads-up and told him to call.” Sawyer looked at Juliet, eyebrow raised.

  She could feel her nostrils flare; she couldn’t believe they had brought their oldest brother into this. This was her decision, not theirs. She slammed her palm over the handset before Cameron could pick it up. “You know what you two are? Tattletales.”

  Cameron brushed her hand away and pressed the button for the speakerphone. “Hey, Dylan.”

  Dylan had been an Omega agent for a long time before getting out a few years ago to start his own charter airplane business in the western part of Virginia. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush. “What’s going on, Jules?”

  There were few people in the world Juliet had more respect for than her oldest brother. He, more than anyone else knew the price of undercover work. “It looks like I need to go back under, Dylan. As Lisa Sinclair.”

  Dylan knew what had happened eighteen months before. Juliet didn’t need to explain it to him. “Do you want to do it?” he asked.

  “I think saying I want to do it would be a gross overstatement. But I don’t think there’s any way around it. Vince Cady has somehow acquired drone override codes, Dyl.”

  Juliet could hear him whistle through his teeth. He knew the ramifications of having these codes in the wrong hands.

  “Evan, are you there?” Dylan finally asked.

  “Yeah, man, I’m here.”

  “What happened today? How did Juliet even get drawn into this?”

  Evan explained about Bolick, playing up the part about Juliet knocking him unconscious and locking him in his own trunk. Then he told about Cady’s proclivity for hiring people who had family, or at least loved ones, and how the criminal wasn’t interested in Evan coming in as a single man working alone.

  “Sounds like Juliet was caught unawares in this situation,” Dylan stated plainly. “You felt like she handled everything all right?”

  Juliet wasn’t offended by her brother’s question to Evan. He could give a much more accurate description of what happened.

  Evan looked at her. “She held it together. Everything was dicey for a while, but she didn’t blow our cover. Although I can definitely attest she wasn’t having a good time.”

  He conveniently left out the part about her throwing up all over the place as soon as they got out of the warehouse. That wouldn’t reassure anyone.

  “Evan, it’s your life on the line, too, if you go under together. Are you sure this is what you want?” Dylan asked.

  “Look, Dylan, I’ll be honest. If we had a bunch of other choices, I would weigh them all before throwing Juliet back into this. But we don’t, so there’s not much point in talking hypotheticals.”

  Dylan’s days as an Omega team leader were clearly evident in his voice as he said, “But do you believe the objective is obtainable if you and Juliet resume cover?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know.” Evan shook his head. “But without her, at this point, we have a zero percent chance for success.”

  Dylan’s sigh was tired.

  Juliet had been glaring at her brothers as the two other men spoke. Sawyer and Cameron shouldn’t have called Dylan; he had been through enough. He didn’t need to be dragged back into this. But her younger brothers were impervious to her irritation, convinced that her resuming her undercover role was the wrong thing for her to do, and willing to go to any lengths to stop it.

  “Can you guys clear out for a couple of minutes? I want to talk to Juliet alone,” Dylan said after a few moments of silence.

  Juliet picked up the handset as the three men filed out, her brothers grumbling under their breath. “Yeah, Dylan, they’re gone.”

  “Listen, sis, here’s the deal. You and Evan were a tight team once. He has always held to the opinion that you would one day resume duties as an active agent again. I know him, and he believes you can do this.”

  “It didn’t sound that way a minute ago.”

  “It’s not an easy case, Juliet, and you don’t have much time to prepare. Plus you’re still dealing with trauma and haven’t been out there for over a year. Evan is just giving his honest opinion.”

  “Yeah, I know.” And honestly, nobody knew even the half of what was going on with her. If they did, they sure wouldn’t trust Juliet with their life.

  “If it was anybody else but Evan you’d be going with, I’d tell you to refuse, no matter what. But he has always been…”

  She waited for Dylan to finish his thought. “Always been what?”

  “Nothing. Never mind. You should just know that he has your back. You can always trust that about Evan. He would die before he let anyone hurt you again.”

  “I don’t know if I can do this, Dylan.” The words came out as little more than a whisper. “What if I get both Evan and myself killed?”

  “Jules, listen, you have good instincts. Follow those and trust them. And stay as close to him as you can.”

  Juliet’s heart gave a little thump. The thought of being close to Evan was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

  “But hey,” Dylan continued, “I’m the first one on your side if you don’t want to do this. I know Cady has the codes and I know it’s bad. But it can be somebody else’s job to get in there, some other way, and pull this off.”

  But Juliet knew that in the time it would take to come up with and implement a new plan, the codes would be sold and ultimately lives would be lost. And it would be her fault.

  She took a deep breath. “No, I can do it, Dylan.”

  “I never doubted it for a second, sis.”

  They said their goodbyes and Juliet hung up. So this was it. She was going back undercover. Juliet walked toward the door. There was no point delaying; she needed all the time she could get before they were to meet with Cady in just a few days.

  The guys weren’t in the hallway, so she began walking to her office. There were a few things she needed to take care of before throwing herself into the Lisa Sinclair role.

  Juliet was totally unprepared for the hands that grabbed her from behind as she walked. For the second time that day, her heart dropped into her stomach. For a moment she froze, terrified.

  But then, unlike this morning, without a second thought she sprang into action. She rammed her elbow into the solar plexus behind her, and heard a whoosh of air release at her ear. The hands gripping her momentarily loosened, and she grabbed one of her attacker’s arms and pulled it over her shoulder. Then she dropped her weight, widened her stance and flipped the person over her back. He was a large male, but weight didn’t matter in this maneuver, just momentum.

  Juliet was coming down with a punch to finish her attack when she realized she was looking into the face of her brother Cameron. Her dazed brother. She barely stopped her fist from connecting with his face.

  “Cameron, what the hell are you doing?” Evan yelled.

  Juliet stepped back and attemp
ted to relax her arms at her sides, though it was difficult with the adrenaline rushing through her. Her fists were still clenched, ready to take on her attacker. Who happened to be her stupid brother.

  “I was trying to prove a point,” he finally said from where he lay on the floor, after getting his breath back.

  Other people were coming out into the hallway to see what the commotion was about. But evidently a Branson brother lying on the floor wasn’t much cause for concern, because most headed back the way they’d come without much real interest.

  Sawyer reached down to help his brother up. “And what point was that?”

  “That Juliet isn’t ready. She can’t stand to be touched. She’s unpredictable.”

  Juliet could still feel tension coursing through her body. Fight or flight instincts, although neither were needed now.

  Evan just shook his head. “I think all you successfully proved, you moron, is that your sister can kick your ass.”

  Cameron dusted off his clothes. “What is she going to do, flip everyone who touches her at Vince Cady’s house?” He clenched his jaw, his exasperation clear.

  “Well, then they’ll learn pretty darn quickly not to touch her if they don’t want to end up staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell happened,” Evan retorted.

  “She’s not ready, Evan,” Cameron all but growled. “You’re forcing her into something she doesn’t want to do.”

  “I’m not forcing her into anything, Cam.” Evan’s rigid posture spoke volumes. “The situation sucks, I’m the first to admit it. But people are going to die if we don’t get the drone codes out of Cady’s hands, or whoever he plans to sell them to.”

  Juliet had had enough of this. All of it. “Why are you guys talking about me like I’m not even here?”

  Cameron began to answer, but she cut him off. “You zip it. You lost your right to speak when you were lying on the floor. You’re lucky I didn’t break your nose.”

  Sawyer snickered. Juliet turned and pointed at him. “You be quiet, too. Just because you weren’t stupid enough to try something so asinine doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”