Conspiracy Game Page 8

  "At least you have the sense to be nervous."

  The sound of a fist against the door made her jump. Jack swept out his arm to block her with his body, gun coming up so smoothly she knew it was an automatic gesture.

  "Briony!" Jebediah bellowed. "Open up."

  Jack didn't know whether to be relieved or to curse. "The man has never been quiet," he said. "Remember to stand to the side of the door."

  "No, he hasn't," Briony agreed as she unlocked the door, doing it the way Jack insisted.

  Jebediah handed jeans and a shirt to Jack and a syringe to Briony. "Seth also has antibiotics in his medical kit." He reached into the hall and dragged a tray in. "I brought food as well, figured you hadn't eaten in a while."

  Jack nodded to him and took the tray.

  "You look like shit, Jack," Jebediah observed. "The rebels weren't fooling around with you. If they cut you up any more, you'd be in pieces."

  "They skinned Ken." There was a hard note in Jack's voice, one of deadly purpose. "They cut up him up from his feet to his head. They'd just gotten started on me. I was lucky."

  Jebediah swore under his breath, and glanced at Briony and caught her blinking back tears. "You're too soft, Bri," he snapped. "You always have been. In the real world, shit happens and you have to be tough."

  Jack raised his head, gray eyes glittering with more than menace, with promise of retaliation. "Leave her the hell alone. She's fine just the way she is."

  Jebediah bit back a retort as he shrugged. "I can call a few people, Jack, see what we can do to get you out of here; otherwise I'll think of a way to smuggle you out."

  "I can call for an extraction, but I need to call people I trust."

  Jebediah's jaw tightened. "You think someone set you up?"

  "I know I was set up." The cold gray eyes never left Jebediah's face, watching with that same deadly intent. "Nice that you happened to be here." The comment was casual enough, but nothing Jack Norton said was ever that casual.

  "Look, Jack, I'm not in the military anymore. I work my family business and I have nothing to do with anyone. I have no ties to the CIA or any other organization. Whatever is going on here, I had nothing to do with. You should know me better than that. I have no reason to turn against my country or my friends." Deliberately he reminded Jack of their past together.

  "Money is a powerful motivator."

  "Don't accuse my brother of such a terrible thing. We're risking our lives to help you," Briony snapped. She swiped his arm with antiseptic and waved the syringe at him.

  Jack caught her wrist. "Are you going to stab me with that thing?" For one moment amusement flared in his eyes, and then receded just as quickly.

  "Absolutely. Don't be such a baby. I'll bet you were all tough when they were cutting you into pieces."

  They didn't have big brown eyes and look at me like they're going to cry for me.

  There was an intimacy talking telepathically that she couldn't deny, and his voice held such a caress it sent a shiver through her body. Briony shook her head and gave him the injection. You certainly have a way with women.

  He didn't reply, merely ran his finger down her arm, a soft, light touch with the pad of his finger. Heat surged through her, breasts aching, the throbbing between her legs increasing with sudden urgent need. Her response was so intense she couldn't move for a moment. She just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, staring down at him, afraid naked longing would be transparent on her face.

  His fingers tangled with hers, as if he was removing the needle from her hand, but he didn't let go. "I'll need a way to contact my people, Jebediah. In the meantime, this place isn't the best defensive position. I don't have a lot of room to maneuver if they come for me, and they'll know Briony helped me. I don't want any trails leading back to you or your family."

  "Bri, take him to the practice arena. It's about a block from here, Jack. Dressed in my clothes and walking with Bri, you should be fine. I'll find a way to make the contact."

  "Thank you, Jeb. I appreciate whatever you can do," Jack acknowledged.

  "We'll get you home safe," Jebediah promised, raising a hand as he left.

  "Eat," Briony instructed. Jack's thumb slid back and forth absently over the back of her hand. She wasn't certain if he was aware of it, but she was. Every feathering caress sent a shiver through her body. She pulled her hand away and backed up a few steps to try to get some breathing room. Every breath she drew into her lungs brought his masculine scent swirling through her veins. "How can you be so broken and yet not even give a single sign you're in pain?"

  His gaze brushed her face, dropped to her mouth, and drifted over her body. He took a bite of toast and chewed thoughtfully. "You perform in front of thousands of people. You're here, in Kinshasa where people are killed and raped and even tortured. You feel everything they feel. So you tell me, how do you do it?"

  "It's different." Briony was a little shaken, that he knew--that he could see her life, her sacrifices for her family, so clearly.

  "How is it different?"

  "I choose to do it for my family. To fit in. To be a part of something."

  "So they'll love you?"

  Her head whipped around, eyes darkening with temper. "Why do you do that? You sound so utterly calm and mild and yet you're deliberately trying to provoke me."

  "I'm just asking a question."

  "You don't think my family would love me if I didn't perform with them?"

  "I think they'd love you no matter what, but I don't think you do."

  Briony turned away from him. "You don't know anything about me or my life."

  "I'm inside your head. You think I can't feel your emotions?"

  She spun around again, a shocked look on her face. "You can? I can't feel yours. You said you were an anchor. What does that mean exactly?"

  "I draw emotion and energy away from you, act as the filter you don't have. And yes, you could feel my emotions if I allowed it, and no, I can't really feel yours unless your guard is down. Sometimes you let me in and other times you don't. Like now. The door is nailed closed. You don't want me to know anything about your family."

  "I don't know you."

  He finished off the food in silence and drank the rest of the bottle of water. Pushing aside the tray, he stood up. Nearly every inch of his body was covered in wounds yet he didn't even wince.

  Briony winced for him. "I have a painkiller. It isn't very strong, but maybe it would take the edge off."

  "I don't need it. Try to get my pants to dry. I'll need those when I leave." He crossed to the bathroom, but didn't shut the door, standing just out of sight as he tossed the towel to one side. "If I was going to harm your family, Briony, they'd be dead already." He opened the door wider as he buttoned up the jeans. Her face had gone pale. "Was that your first dead body?"

  Briony clenched her fist. He sounded so casual she wanted to throw something at him. There was nothing casual about taking a life. "No. I found my parents--murdered." She could barely get the word out.

  He drew in his breath. He was feeling her emotions now. Raw pain. A flood of sorrow mixed with guilt and fear. "That's never going to go away, and I'm telling you that from experience. I found my mother dead. I was nine years old. I can still see every detail. All the blood. The way her face was smashed in. There was so much blood." He shook his head. "A hell of a thing for either of us to carry around for the rest of our lives, isn't it?"

  His voice hadn't changed at all, still mild. Low. But she heard a vibration of menace running through her head. He didn't show emotion at all, but he felt, and the intensity was like a volcano waiting to erupt.

  "I think someone killed them because of me." She told him because he seemed to believe her when no one else took her seriously.

  He stopped in the act of pulling the T-shirt over his head. "Why?"

  "I don't know. I heard them arguing with someone out in the stable with the horses. I heard my father say very distinctly they wouldn't allow Bri
ony to try such a thing, it was too dangerous. I heard shots. Just two shots. I ran as fast as I could, and I'm fast, but when I got there, they were both dead and whoever did it was already gone. Each had one bullet in the head, right here." She pressed her finger between her eyes. "I never saw who did it, and the murderer had to be close, but I couldn't find him." She looked at him. "I couldn't even smell him."

  "What did they want you to do?"

  "I have no idea. I told my brothers, and they went through the messages and paperwork in the trailer, but couldn't find anything. The police didn't find their killer." She looked at him. "How did your mother die?"

  Jack pulled the shirt over his head. He'd never told anyone. Never opened that particular wound. He'd had no intention of telling her either. Damn it. There was no stitching that injury closed, and he was going to tell her, but he had no idea why. "She was beat to death. He used his fists and then a baseball bat."

  "Jack." She wanted to put her arms around him. She felt his emotions now--black rage--ice cold. "I'm so sorry. What a terrible thing. Who would do such a thing?"

  "Her husband." He glanced around the room. "You have a hat in here? Maybe a backpack?"

  Why had she thought he didn't have emotions? The room was shaking, the walls undulating. "Jack." She reached out to touch him.

  Jack knocked her hand away, clearly a reflex action. He was strong, and she felt the impact right through her body. Their eyes met. Held. A muscle jumped in his jaw.

  "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" He stepped close to her, almost protectively. "I don't know why I did that."

  "I'm fine." She pulled a backpack out of the tiny closet to avoid looking at him. She had to blink back tears--not because he'd hurt her, but because his pain was so raw and his rage so deep, she needed to weep for him, because he hadn't--wouldn't.

  "Damn it. I don't usually talk this much."

  She handed him the backpack and rummaged through the drawers for a hat.

  "You actually put your clothes in the closet?"

  She glanced at him, knowing he needed to change the subject. He would never be comfortable with personal revelations. "Of course. What do you do with your clothes?"

  He looked around the small room. "I don't actually stay in hotels much. I'm usually outdoors. But maybe a duffel bag."

  Briony pushed a hat into his hands. "That should do it. Let's go." The close confines of the room were really getting to her. Jack seemed to be everywhere. She'd never been so aware of a man.

  Jack stopped her before she could open the door. "Wait. Always check. Always." He set her to one side and stood to the other, his gun in his hand, held flat across his body. "Open it slowly, just a crack." He crouched low, sweeping the hallway before signaling to her. "You have to think security at all times, Briony. You're a GhostWalker whether you like it or not, and you've got the training."

  "I'm not going to be hunting people in the jungle," she objected. "I perform in a circus. I fly."

  "Walk on my left side. Stay up with me. If we run into trouble, drop behind me and take off, using my body as a shield while I cover you. Stay away from my gun hand and walk in step."

  She sighed. "Do you have any more rules?"

  Again that very faint trace of amusement touched his mouth and faded just as quickly. "You have no idea."

  "I can only imagine."

  "Soldier at seven o'clock. Don't look at him, look up at me. Stay under my shoulder and put one hand on my waist. Just rest it there. Keep walking and talk to me, smile and laugh the way you would with one of your brothers."

  "I'd be kicking my brother for ordering me around," Briony said, flashing him a quick smile. "You do know what century you're living in, don't you?"

  "Doesn't matter. I know how to stay alive, and when you're with me, I'm going to make certain you do too."

  "That's so comforting; thank you, Jack." She slowed and nodded toward a warehouse. "They set us up to use this building because it's so tall. Hot as hell, but definitely roomy."

  Jack held open the door and glanced back to see the soldier walking around the corner. He followed Briony inside and stopped, looking up at the trapeze and high wire. "You perform up there?"

  She nodded. "I dive through rings of fire and run across the wire without a balance pole. It's a unique act. I can do a quadruple somersault because I can generate a lot of speed when I fly. Quads just aren't done."

  He studied her face. "Do you like it?"

  She blinked up at him and then kicked the toe of her shoe against the rigging as if testing it. "My family's been in the circus for generations."

  Jack continued to look at her averted face. "That's interesting information, but not what I asked. You don't like it, do you?"

  She shrugged. "I have trouble being in a space with so many people. It can be difficult, but I'm used to it." She sent him a small smile. "It's actually pretty amazing to be with you. I don't feel sick or in pain at all."

  "Why do you keep doing it?"

  She stretched to catch a dangling rope. "Because it's my life. It's what we do." She went up the rope, her body fluid and graceful, pulling herself up hand over hand, not even using her feet.

  Jack caught the rope next to the one she went up and began his ascent, traveling faster to catch up with her. She increased her speed, forcing him to increase his. He heard her soft laughter, a challenge to him, and he passed her, reaching out to catch her rope with one hand, halting her progress.

  She wrapped her foot in the rope and grinned at him. "You have such an ego."

  Her mouth was only inches from his, and her tantalizing feminine scent seemed to fill his lungs, until he was breathing her through his entire body. He loved the shape of her mouth and the way her smile lit her eyes.

  "You don't even know." He leaned into her, dragging her rope even closer. If he was any kind of a man, it had to be said. "You shouldn't be alone with me." He didn't release her. She could drop away from him, but she couldn't climb any higher.

  They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. "Close your eyes."

  Her eyes widened. She blinked twice, almost as if mesmerized, but then her lashes fluttered and she pulled back, shaking her head. "You can't kiss me."

  "I'm going to kiss you."

  "I don't kiss anyone."

  His eyebrow shot up. "Ever?"

  "I can't touch people. I mean, I do my family, but it has--repercussions."

  "You kissed me."

  "That wasn't a kiss."

  Jack allowed the rope to slip out of his hand, but kept pace with her as she climbed above the highest platform. He watched her swing upside down, perform a slow somersault in the air, and set her feet onto the platform. "You don't have repercussions when you touch me." He did the same controlled maneuver so that he stood beside her. He caught her by the shoulders and dragged her close to him, his grip unbreakable.

  Without another word he lowered his head to hers. There was no point in arguing--he had to kiss her. He couldn't think of anything but the shape of her mouth, the soft texture of her lips--and he wanted to taste her. Almost from the first time he'd caught her feminine scent, she'd filled his mind, until he could think of little else.

  The moment his lips touched hers, time seemed to stop, to stand still. There was only Briony in his world. Not his shattered body, wracked with pain, not his firm resolve to keep her at an emotional distance--everything that had come before was gone, until there was only this one woman. She tasted of hot spice and honey, an addicting rush that sped through his veins with the speed of a fireball and settled deep inside of him. He would never get her out. He could spend the rest of his life kissing her and it would never be enough.

  He caught her face in his hands, holding her still while his mouth moved over hers and his tongue probed deep, wanting more, claiming more. He started with the best of intentions, a light, feathering kiss, tongue tracing her soft lips and teasing until she opened for him, but the moment he sank into the magic of her mouth, soft and warm a
nd so inviting, he couldn't prevent the groan of hunger, the ravenous need that broke free so that he took complete control of the kiss, using every bit of experience and expertise he had. He didn't want to give her time to think--only to feel--to want him the way he wanted her.

  Something struck the metal frame of the building, and Briony pulled away, swinging her head around, her breath coming in a ragged gasp. "Soldiers?"

  "Maybe," he replied grimly.

  "They're at the door," she warned. "Quick. Lie down in the exact center. You're in the shadows up here."

  Jack obeyed, expecting her to lie beside him. Instead, she hurried to the rope, pausing with one hand on it.

  "Stay prone. You're too high; they won't be able to spot you," Briony hissed. She eluded his outstretched hand as she caught the rope more firmly and slipped halfway down to the floor. She was still dangling a good fifteen feet in the air as she began to perform a series of slow moves, changing positions with flowing precision, each move requiring tremendous strength and skill.

  What the hell do you think you're doing? You're driving me out of my mind, woman.

  We don't want them searching the place, and my brothers and I come in to practice all the time. Just stay still. If they find you, they'll kill me and my brothers. She broke off abruptly, praying he wouldn't go psycho on her.

  Jack bit back any retort. There was no use arguing with her; she was already out in the open. He could kill the rebels, was fully prepared, but it would bring down a hellstorm on them. Damn her. She had no right to take chances with her life--not to protect him or her brothers.

  Three men entered the building. Their movements were furtive, as if they were afraid of being seen. They weren't dressed in uniforms, but they carried themselves like the soldiers she'd seen on every street corner. They stared up at her for a long moment, and something in the way they looked at her made her shiver. She stopped in mid-somersault and sat up, looping her foot through the rope to peer down at them.