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If Caleb actually confronted him, Vincente and his family would come for him, too.
They solved problems by eliminating them.
She shoved her suitcase deeper into the closet, then changed into jeans and a burgundy knit top.
Just her luck to find a decent man when there was no future in it.
Low, masculine voices drifted down the hall. Too low to make out the words, but the tension in every sharp syllable was palpable.
Her heart skittered.
Caleb wasn’t alone—and whoever was with him had brought bad news.
Each step down the short hallway twisted the ball of nerves in her stomach tighter.
When she turned the corner, she found Caleb and Zach facing off near the front door.
Zach caught sight of her first. He straightened, dropping his arms to his sides.
She barely had time to register his sober face when Caleb turned.
Eyes, cold as a glacier yet alive with a suppressed fire, pinned her in place. His mouth was a thin line above a jaw rigid enough to shatter.
Unease crawled up her spine. “Has something happened?”
This wasn’t the man who’d kissed her with tender heat.
This was the soldier. The one who understood violence and death.
The one that reminded her too much of the world she’d escaped.
“We got information on one of the suspects who attacked you.” Zach peered at his black Cassio G-Shock.
Grimacing, he added, “Caleb can fill you in. I’m headed to Chinle on a missing persons case and won’t be back until late. I’ll assign an officer to keep an eye on Gia’s home tonight.”
“Do that.” Caleb’s tone was curt. “I’ve got some business to handle. I’ll be back by morning.”
Hello?She was standing right there. “I have my shift at the clinic.”
Caleb spared her a glance. “I’ll drive you.”
“That’s not necessary. I can drive myself.”
Because if Vincente’s men somehow discovered her real name and tracked her to her workplace, she might need a quick exit.
“Yes, it is.” Both men said in unison.
Blood will tell.
Gia blew out a breath, exasperated but oddly warmed. Protectors. Both of them. To their core. “I can tell you two are related.”
Truth was, it felt nice to have men who cared. Even if it was temporary.
“Contact me if the police locate Ortega and his buddy,” Caleb told Zach, his voice cool.
Zach returned the stare, then gave a curt nod and left.
The door had barely closed before Caleb stalked toward her. His movements were fluid. Like the big cats she’d seen at the Miami Zoo.