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The guy had been right there,his back to me when I’d rounded the corner to the kitchen. He’d rummaged through one drawer, then another, mumbling, “Where the fuck is it?” while I took up position. This was going to be a very short case. I’d leveled my trusty SIG Sauer P226, the same weapon I’d carried as a SEAL.
“Who the hell are you?” he’d demanded. Like an idiot, he refused to drop the knife he was holding even after two warnings.
“The man who’s going to put a bullet in you if you don’t drop that knife,” I’d explained.
Then Serena came barreling around the corner, but instead of stopping behind me like she should have, she kept going past me toward the intruder.
“What the—” she screamed.
I lunged and wrapped an arm around her waist, yanking her back.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Serena yelled.
“Let her go,” the idiot demanded as he advanced on me.
Serena struggled to get free. “Let me go. He’s my brother.”
I released her and lowered my SIG. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“Put the stupid knife down,” Serena told him. “Before you hurt yourself.”
Against my better judgment, I holstered my weapon and extended my hand, though the idiot still had his knife out. “Vincent, I presume.”
He nodded and laid the knife on the counter. We shook. “And you must be the bodyguard.” Vincent’s grip went from firm to very strong.
Two could play that game, so I gave it back to him doubled. “Protection specialist.”
The veins on Vincent’s neck bulged as his face reddened.
Serena shook her head. “More like guard dog.”
I gripped tighter. “But you told the deputy I was your boyfriend.”
That drew a startled expression from Vincent.
I used the opportunity for a better grip. Vincent’s lips quivered, and his jaw went rigid. He had impressive strength, but I never lost at this, and it would only take a few more seconds.
“For God’s sake,” Serena whined. “Why don’t you guys get a ruler and lay them on the table to measure?”
Vincent laughed and pulled his hand away, giving in. He shook it out.
I smiled and kept my hand still to rub in my victory.
Serena slapped my shoulder. “I told you I lived with my brother. Why did you have to pull a gun on him?”
“He was searching drawers. I thought he could be the guy, and then he pulled a knife on me,” I explained. “In my line of work, my actions were by the book.”
“For Christ’s sake,” Vincent said. “I was looking for the spatula so I could make myself a grilled cheese. The knife was to slice the cheese, but I’m not putting it down when a stranger barges into my house.”
“My house,” Serena corrected. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to change for work.”
“After I clear the upstairs,” I insisted.
Naturally, she rolled her eyes.
CHAPTER 10
Serena
