Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

dance floor. He found a quiet corner where the shadows felt intimate. The music was soft and soothing. Saber relaxed into his arms, burying her face against his throat.
    He spotted Logan Maxwell in the crowd, and Martin Howard at the bar. He felt better knowing they were close. Whoever was watching them would get more than they bargained for if they made a move against Saber or him.Logan wielded power with infinite skill. Ken was one of the toughest GhostWalkers in the business. Martin was lethal in any situation. Mari was an unknown to Jesse having recently married Ken, but if she was strong enough to stand with Ken, then she was welcome.
    Jess wasn’t losing Saber. Her running days were over, and if she was still working for Whitney, then he would see to it she knew exactly who and what Whitney really was.
    “What’s wrong?” Saber’s whisper was in his ear, in his mind, sliding over his skin like a caress.
    He made himself breathe. “Nothing, baby. I’m just enjoying holding you.”
    The chair swayed to the music. He knew the others could read him. They would know how deep his feelings for Saber really went, but at that moment the only thing that mattered to him was keeping her safe.
    Outside, Neil Campbell would be lying up on a rooftop or in a tree somewhere with a night scope.
    Ordinarily Ken and Jack Norton took up sniper duty, but with Jack’s wife so close to having her babies, and Ken having the only female partner available to their team, Neil pulled the task of providing cover.

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    The last notes of the music faded away and Jess maneuvered the chair through the crowd back toward the table. Saber stayed on his lap because she wanted a few more stolen minutes with him. The path opened up along the wall, and her legs brushed against a very good-looking man with ice-cold blue eyes, wide shoulders, and muscles in his arms to rival Jess’s.
    The moment she brushed against him, an electric current sizzled through her body and she had to force herself to keep from looking up.GhostWalker. Damn it. Damn it, she’d waited too long. The man was an enhanced soldier, an anchor if she wasn’t mistaken, and no one was safe now. She had to get Jess out of the bar as quickly as possible and maybe—oh God, she couldn’t believe she was considering it—she had to find a way for Ken and Mari to escort them to the van. Unless…
    For a moment she couldn’t breathe, her breath hitching, but she was a professional, and if Jess was betraying her, delivering her back into Whitney’s hands, then she’d better be prepared for anything. She was surrounded, and they couldn’t know that she knew. But would Jess allow her to snuggle onto his lap if he’d been told about her? She had to think. Maybe excuse herself and go to the restroom. She could be gone in seconds. Saber was an expert at disappearing. They’d have a man, maybe two outside, but she could make it out. Eventually they’d find her gear. She sighed. If Jess was really in danger, then she was leaving him vulnerable.
    Jess knew immediately that Saber had identified Logan as a GhostWalker. She didn’t change expression or even stiffen, but for one split second her breathing had caught.
    You’re made, Logan. Even with me shielding, she knew.
    I felt it when she touched me. Logan did a mental shrug. It doesn’t surprise me in the least. I was shocked that the two of you had been in the same house for so long and neither knew about the other.
    Saber had her arms around Jess, her palm curled along the nape of his neck, skin to skin, and she felt the current of energy arc in the air, from Jess to the stranger. She automatically tuned her biorhythm to Jess’s to get the feeling for the current. The brain activity gave telepathic communication away every time.
    She knew exactly what part of the brain did what and where the pulses came from. He was talking to the man with the ice-cold blue eyes.
    She kept the rhythm of her heart exactly the same. Her pulse didn’t leap, not even when it entered her mind that she could be in a trap, with Jess as the bait—all-too-aware bait. He knew them all. And he was talking to them. If she slipped into his rhythm, she might even pick up the exact pathway and eavesdrop.
    She didn’t dare think that Jess had betrayed her—not for real—because if he had, she didn’t know what she might do. Would she—could she—kill him?
    “Saber, talk to