Authors: Laura Kaye
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Suspense, #Contemporary, #Military
Hard to Come By (30 page)
“Now that we have the code, should we access the money and move it somewhere this WCE doesn’t know?” Beckett asked, his eyes still wide from the revelation about Merritt.
Charlie gave a hard shake of his head. “I wouldn’t. Not unless you want to attract their attention. I’m pretty sure one of the ways they narrowed down on me was through my efforts to get into that account.”
“Well, it’s been sitting there untouched for over a year, so it’s secure there until we’re ready to move it,” Marz said.
“And when we’re ready, that twelve mil will go a long way toward leveling the playing field against Seneka,” Beckett said.
Marz nodded and met his best friend’s gaze. “Amen to that.”
“So, how do we make amends to a dead man?” Easy asked, his arms crossed tight over his chest.
“By telling the story he wanted told,” Nick said, pointing to the computer.
“I’ll get on it,” Marz said. “It’s just going to take a while to wade through.” And he was going to have to push hard to gather as much data from these records as he could before their next threat emerged.
“I’ll help,” Charlie said.
“So will I,” Becca said.
“Hell, we can all take parts of it to read, but you should set up some sort of organizational system so we can keep track of where any leads we find are coming from,” Nick said. “Besides, having been so wrong about the man, I’d like to read for myself what he was really doing.”
“Roger that on both accounts,” Marz said. “I feel like we’re finally getting somewhere. You know?” And he was pleased to the bottom of his soul to know Merritt hadn’t betrayed and abandoned him the way he’d believed all these long months. The realization snapped a broken piece of himself back into place.
A lot of nods and cautious enthusiasm, except from Beckett, whose face was set in a frown.
“I do agree,” he said. “But if Seneka is our next target, it’s like going from the minors to the majors. Yesterday
morning proved that. And we got lucky we didn’t lose more people. It would be damn nice if we could find who Merritt was working for, because I bet they’d put us on a far more even playing field to take this on.”
Beckett was right. Otherwise, they were going to have to David-and-Goliath it and hope that worked out in their favor. But they’d faced uneven odds before.
Marz turned and found Emilie, and he made his way to her.
“Good news, then?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“More good than bad, I think.”
“Sounds like a good day to me.” She gave him the prettiest smile and pushed up onto tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “And, who knows, it could still get even better.” She lifted her eyebrows in invitation.
And Marz threw his head back and laughed.
Who the hell knew what the next step of this clusterfuck was going to bring them. Not him. Not any of them.
But what Marz did know was that this clusterfuck had a silver lining of pretty major proportions, at least for him. Because in a few weeks’ time, he’d reunited with his brothers, made at least some amends with his best friend, learned his mentor didn’t betray him after all,
and
found a woman to love—who loved him back. That was a good day by his books.
Marz hooked his arm around Emilie’s shoulders, turned to the group, and rubbed his stomach. “Anyone else hungry?”
Chuckles went around the room.
These fuckers had all eaten some chow in their day. Why’d they always give him such shit?
“The world is shaking under your feet and you’re thinking about pancakes,” Beckett said, rolling his eyes.
“Actually, I was thinking about bacon. But pancakes on the side would be completely satisfactory,” Marz said, making Emilie chuckle. And, damn, did that feel good.
“I’d be happy to make breakfast, Derek,” Becca said, leaning against Nick’s chest. And was Marz imagining it or had this news about her father put a sparkle in her blue eyes that hadn’t been there before? He hoped so, because she deserved it.
Shane elbowed Beckett as they started to cross toward the door. “It’s not a prosthetic limb, it’s a hollow leg.”
“You know,” Marz said, “that would actually be freaking cool. It could be refrigerated, and you could keep drinks and snacks in it.”
Beckett just stared at him.
“When I’m a kabillionaire, off my refrigerated prosthetic hollow leg, don’t ask to borrow a drink. That’s all I’m saying.” Marz held open the door to the hallway and everyone streamed through.
“It’s hard to believe he’s the brains of the operation sometimes,” Beckett said as he went into the Rixeys’ apartment.
“The brains and the beauty, Murda. And don’t you forget it,” he called.
Jeremy and Charlie were the last ones out, and Marz brought up the rear—only to find his girl waiting for him in the hallway.
A mischievous look on her face, she waited until the apartment door closed behind the guys, and then she slowly pushed Marz backward against the brick
wall and kissed him like she was starving and he was a feast.
“What’s this for?” he asked when they came up for air.
“Just because I love you,” she said.
Love. Brotherhood. Loyalty to the end. What more could a guy ask for?
Yep. Best day ever, for sure
.
M
arz, Marz, Marz. He’s one of my favorite characters I’ve ever written, but his book was like a hard, slow labor that just might require a C-section to deliver. And I love Marz, Emilie, and the whole Hard Ink gang all the more for the challenge.
I owe a
lot
of people for helping me along the way with this book. First, as ever, my editor, Amanda Bergeron, who went to extraordinary lengths to help me keep this book on track. It’s a wonderful experience having an editor who’s not only a creative partner, but a cheerleader, a staunch defender of your time and health, and a strong advocate, too. Thank you so much, Amanda! I’m so glad you loved Hard Ink!
Next, I need to thank you tireless and diligent critique partner, Christi Barth, who once again immersed herself in the Hard Ink world with a careful read, comments, and questions that never let me get away with a
thing
. If someone is described wearing clothing in this book, it’s entirely due to her! *winks* In all seriousness, the Hard Ink series would not be
what it is without her, and I so cherish her insights and friendship!
I also want to thank my agent, Kevan Lyon, for all the scheduling assistance, support, and cheerleading she provided along the way. Behind every successful author is an amazing team of hard-working, book-loving people, and I’m lucky to have someone like Kevan on my side. My best friend and fellow author Lea Nolan also deserves major thanks for helping me plot out the whole second half of this book on brown Panera Bread napkins, which now reside for posterity in the bottom of my laptop case.
These acknowledgements would not be complete without a huge shout-out to my wonderfully supportive husband and daughters, who went on vacation sans Mom because I was behind on my deadline. I literally couldn’t do what I do without their support and love, and I appreciate it to the bottom of my heart.
I also want to give a nod of acknowledgement to reader Bethany Croyle who shared a story with me about a date she once had with an amputee veteran where she shared her “leg rule,” where anything with less than two or more than four legs must die! It was such a perfect funny for Emilie that I asked to incorporate it into Emilie and Marz’s date, and Bethany kindly agreed! Let me also say a huge thank you to AmputeeOT, the social media screen name of a woman who posts educational videos on YouTube about what life is like with an amputation. Watching
lots
of her videos gave me the confidence to feel I could do Marz’s story justice.
Finally, I give thanks to my Heroes for being such wonderful fans and supporters, and to my readers,
for being the bestest readers an author could have. Thank you for allowing my characters into your heart so they can tell their stories over and over again.
LK
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Recent kidnapping victim Charlie Merritt has always been better with computers than people, so when he’s drawn into the SF team’s investigation of his army colonel father’s corruption, he’s surprised to find acceptance and friendship—especially since his father
never
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LAURA KAYE
is the
New York Times
and
USA Today
bestselling author of over a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense. Laura grew up amidst family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and a cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
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