Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

wasn't her forte.
    "Anyone else want some?"

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    K dan waited until Tansy had taken their orders and left the room. He kept his voice low. "The package is expected to be hostile. There's a tie to Whitney. I want to bring them out quietly to a house only we know about and keep them under guard. If they don't tell us what we need, I'll have a private talk with them."

    Ryland stirred, his gaze flicking toward the kitchen. "Kadan. Not if she's your choice. I'll take care of it."

    Kadan shook his had. "My woman. My responsibility. I can live with it."

    "She won't be able to."

    "I have no problems doing whatever it takes to keep her safe, and she'll never know."

    Nico shrugged his shoulders. "Your call, Kadan, but women have a way of finding out things you don't want them to know, and any one of us would do the job for you. Just give us the word."

    "Appreciate it," he said gruffly, but he wouldn't shirk his responsibility. Not when it came to Tansy's safety, and especially because they were her parents and she loved the .
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    If it came down to it, he'd take them out as quickly, painlessly, and humanely as possible.

    Tansy returned with a collection of mugs, sugar, and cream. Kadan took the tray from her and placed it on the table.

    "How's it coming?" She glanced at her watch. "And how soon do we leave?"

    "I think we've about got this, baby. You'll stay in the safe house we're setting up for your parents. I'll have a couple of my men there with you."

    She scowled at him, shaking her head quickly. "No way. T
    hat was never part of the plan.
    I'm going with you. If something goes wrong, I have to be there to—"

    "No." Kadan said the word quietly, his voice so low it was barely audible, yet it cut like a razor, demanding immediate compliance.
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    Tansy jerked away from the fingers that had settled gently around her wrist like a bracelet—except instead of getting away, she felt the fingers tightened into shackles, preventing her from moving anywhere.

    "You won't be sacrificing your life for theirs. That's never been an option." His voice whispered like velvet, but cracked like a whip, lashing across her mind, burning his decree into her brain. He made a small effort to soften the order with an explanation. "
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    can't take you into combat, you'd be a liability:"

    This was the other side of Kadan. Immovable. His blue eyes were nearly black now, unfathomable, impossible to read. His expression remote.

    The three other men drifted from the room, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever. She couldn't be alone with him, not when his mind held hers, determined to force his will on her.

    Tansy went very still, refusing to struggle against his grip. Kadan was enormously strong, and there would be no getting away from him until he wanted to let her go. If he wanted cool and remote, well, she could do that as well. She locked her gaze with his.
    refusing to be intimidated by the dangerous edge to him. He wore the image of a warrior like skin, the fit natural and impressive. Perhaps this was more the true Kadan then the one in her bed, but she couldn't let him see that her stomach had bunched into knots and her heart beat too fast.

    "Fortunately, I am not in the military and not under anyone's command."

    He didn't change expression, but she swore a shadow moved across his face. Her heart skipped a beat. She would have finger marks on her inner wrist.

    "Really?"

    He said one word. Only one. A soft inquiry that sent fear skittering down her spine whether she wanted to be in control or not.
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    After all, what was he going to do?

    She found she couldn't look away from him. His eyes darkened even more. Something hot flickered in the depths so that through the black, his eyes burned with blue flames.

    She caught her breath as he pulled her hand to the front of his jeans and rubbed her palm over the thickened bulge there.

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    k ng a big chance, baby, arguing with me when you can't win, but the result is one hell of a wicked hard-on.

    He leaned close, his tongue flicking over her ear. I'll bring them home to you safe. That's a promise, Tansy .
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    He wouldn't guarantee beyond that, but if she looked into his mind, she could see his word was