Andy’s eyes blazed with fiery light. Her voice transformed into a growl. “I work alone. I don’t need back up. I don’t need you. Brad”—the name choked in her throat as she said it—“asked me to help him. I am doing it for him. He didn’t ask you and certainly not the FBI. If it is indeed the FBI you work for.”
“Andy.” Maybe he’d said too much.
“Lies, lies, lies. All men lie.”
He didn’t want to hurt her. Then again, maybe he did. Maybe he wanted to take her down a notch. “And so do women.” A shiver shot through her. But he couldn’t stop. “You should let us handle it. Leave, go someplace safe. Just give me the entry code so we retrieve the jump drive. If not, you might get hurt.”
Her eyes flattened to little slits. “Are you threatening me?”
Tyler stepped forward. Andy slipped her hand into her bag, whipping out a Sig Sauer. Tyler scoffed.
Andy aimed the gun straight at him, picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Goodbye Hugh or Tyler. Nice knowing you.”
He couldn’t let her leave. Not now. And quite frankly using the gun pissed him off.
He stepped closer. “What if I don’t let you go. You’re going to shoot me? And then what?”
Andy held her steely gaze. Beautiful rage.
“Can’t you understand?” he asked, growing impatient. “It’s naïve to think you can waltz in there with a few disguises and a bag full of tricks and be invincible.” As soon as he said it, he instantly regretted it. He might have gone too far. Whatever cool Andy had been harboring just blew away. Anger, shock, a full flush covered her face. She headed again toward the door. His arm flew out to stop her. Her gun raised again. They were close now. Close enough he could breathe her scent.
“You want to spar again?” she asked, anger flashing in her eyes, her face inches from his. He had to admit, it turned him on. A feisty, fiery girl—just how he liked them. “This time, it won’t end the same as the last.”
He didn’t want to have to do this, but it might be the only way she’d listen to him. He seized her gun hand, twisted it around, wresting away the gun, dropping it to the mat. He kicked it away and pinned her in a joint lock against the door with his body.
She kicked, she elbow-jabbed, but he was relentless. Sheer muscle and weight gave him the advantage, all combined against her. “I’m not saying you can’t do it, but I’m saying leave it to the professionals or join with us. Don’t try to do this alone. Brad would want you to be safe.” He had to invoke his name. He had to evoke whatever emotional sway Brad had over her. Her gaze scorched him with burning intensity, her chest heaving into his with such passion. Conner was a fool to have let such a creature go.
“Let go of me.” She scrambled around powerless against his strength.
“Are you still resisting?” He bent his head to whisper in her ear, his face lost its kindness. “If you work alone, then I will use you as bait. You will go bumbling around in the dark and I will capitalize on your bumbling and stumbling. I will get what I want. With or without you.”
Andy finally relaxed her body. Tyler hated taking the spirit out of her. But it was the only way to keep her from getting killed.
“Okay, I concede,” she said. He smiled inwardly, the rush of victory, conquering a well-matched foe.
“I knew I could persuade you.”
Her smile warmed him, he released his body from hers. In a flash, her leg flew up and hit him square in the nads, she then opened the door behind her, and slipped out by saying, “Brad asked me to do this. So I will do this.”
Through the purple haze of pain, he called out, “Where will you go Andy Baker?” The front door opened. “They’re hunting you,” he called.
The door slammed shut again. He smiled despite the throbbing. He liked her.