“Right. We’ll stick to the plan.” Well, mostly. Except for the part where she was with him when he flushed out Gaines.

“And if the numbers don’t match…?” she pressed.

It was a good question. A fair question. “The numbers will match.”

“Right. And you know this because your instincts tell you so.” Abby laughed, completely mirthlessly, and covered her eyes, leaning her head back against the headrest.

“You never explained. What’s your attachment to Gaines, anyway?”

She shot him a look that said none of your business. Well that, and go to hell. Preferably yesterday.

“Look,” he told her. “I can promise you, I am not the bad guy here.” Hawk felt that bore repeating. Over and over. But when he took in her ashen face and the bruises forming around her wrist, he grimaced. “Okay, I didn’t mean to be the bad guy.”

She turned away and made him feel like shit. “Abby, please. Look at me.”

After a hesitation, she leveled him with those wide baby blues.

“I woke up this morning and I was the good guy. I was on the verge of bringing down the Kiddie Bombers. Then I went to the raid and ended up fighting off our boss.”

“It’s just all so hard to swallow-”

He thrust her cell at her. “Call him. I guarantee you, you’re never going to hear from him again.”

Taking the phone, she flipped it open and stared down at the keypad. “What am I supposed to say? Excuse me, but are you the bad guy? Because Hawk says you are.”

“And because you know it, too.”

Her eyes met his for one long beat.

“Call,” he whispered.

She hit a number and he realized she had Elliot on her speed dial, which gave him a ridiculous twist in the gut as the green-eyed monster took over for a moment.

“Elliot,” she said softly, her gaze locked on Hawk’s. “Can you call me?” Slowly Abby shut the phone, staring down at it as if she expected it to vibrate any second.

“So,” he said, much lighter than he felt. “How long ago did the two of you…?” He waggled an eyebrow.

She sighed. “I’m not doing the boss, Hawk.”

“You’ve dated.”

“A few times,” she agreed. “A very long time ago. A lifetime ago.” She gazed out the window into the dark night, looking so sad it made him hurt.

“Look, obviously I’m missing a big piece of this puzzle. If we’re going to figure this all out, I should know everything.” Bullshit. He wanted to know for other reasons. Personal reasons. “Talk to me, Ab.”

Letting out an uneven breath, she dipped her head down so that she was staring at her lap. “We need to sleep.”

“Soon. Talk to me.”

“Do you remember the Seattle raid last year that went bad?”

He remembered because it was the first time in several years that an agent had been injured on the job. A female agent, if he remembered correctly, who’d been caught and held captive, tortured for information-

Ah, Christ. “No-”

“It was me.” She slanted him a quick glance to make sure she had his attention. As if he could do anything but look at her, sick to his very soul. “Gaines rescued me.”

Stunned, he just sat there. She was telling the truth, at least as she knew it. No one could fake that look on her face, or the tinge of hero worship that the rescue had no doubt created. Shit, he thought, realizing how much he was asking of her to believe Gaines had done all he’d done.

“I didn’t know,” he said very quietly, staring at the raw skin on her wrist. In all likelihood it was nothing compared to what she’d suffered last year.

“Afterward, I took some time off,” she whispered. “Gaines encouraged that. And then when I was ready to get back to work, he put me here because I could be in communications, out of the action.”

“I’m surprised you came back to work at all.”

“I know. Me, too. But I didn’t want to let them take this from me. I had to prove something to myself.”

And he’d put her right back into the nightmare. Knowing it, he hated himself. “Abby-”

“Funny thing is, I felt safe, too.” She closed her eyes. “Until I left the van.”

He wanted to kick his own ass. “Abby, God. I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t.” She shook her head, still very carefully not looking at him. “Don’t be sorry. I’m fine.”

She didn’t want his pity. He wouldn’t have wanted any either. But that didn’t change the basic facts. She’d overcome one nightmare, and now was living a new one.

“I need to talk to Logan,” he said. “And to Watkins and Thomas. To see exactly what we’re up against.”

She said nothing but fed him a long stare. Right. She didn’t do “we,” she didn’t do trust either, at least not for him. “We’re in this now, for better or worse.”

“Through sickness and health?” Her eyes flashed in brief good humor. “Just don’t even think about asking me to obey. Or to sleep in this truck with you.”

If nothing else, he had to admire her sheer will and the inner strength he’d only suspected existed before. He couldn’t imagine all she’d gone through-or maybe the problem was he could, in great detail, and it made him want to personally hunt down each and every single one of her demons and kill them for her. “No, we’re not going to sleep in the truck. I have a friend with a B &B. We can grab some shut-eye there, and get to your place in the morning, okay?”

Abby stared at him so long he figured the gig was up, she was done with him. But finally she nodded. She wasn’t over her mistrust of him, not yet, but neither was she still fighting him. And after the night he’d had, he felt grateful for the small favor. But first…

Hawk gestured to the nearest grove of trees with his hand. “Would you like me to escort you to the facilities?”

11

Outside of Cheyenne, Wyoming

ABBY JERKED AWAKE. Sitting straight up, heart in her throat, she nearly leaped right out of her skin when Hawk set a hand on her arm.

“Easy,” he said softly. “Just me.”

She’d been deeply asleep, dreamless, which was a miracle in its own right, but that she’d actually for a moment forgotten where she was and who she was with and what they were doing…

The truck was parked and turned off. That’s probably what had woken her. It was still dark but with the very hint of a lightening of the sky in the far east. Almost dawn. She probably looked like a disaster.

Hawk stroked a finger over her temple, pushing a strand of hair off her face. “You all the way awake?” he asked.

“Yeah.” The dash clash read 5:05 a.m. “What I can’t believe is that I slept.” She pulled free of his touch and scrubbed a hand over her face. “Given our situation.”

“Remember, we’re the good guys. We’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Except flee the crime scene.”

“The crime scene in which we were the victims.”

“It’s still not okay that we just left-”

“It was that or die,” he said flatly, and she took a good long look at him. His eyes were shadowed and so was his jaw. There was a weariness to the way he sat in the driver’s seat that told her he was still hurting, still exhausted, and on the very edge.

“We’re only forty-five minutes out of Cheyenne.” He jutted his chin toward the outside of the truck, for the first time drawing her gaze to where he’d stopped.

They were on a long, wide street lined by huge oak trees, wooden sidewalks and old-fashioned cabin-style houses all clean and neat and exuding charm and personality. It looked like the wild, wild West all cleaned up. “Where are we?”

“B &B row, Old West style. They’ve done up this town like it was back then-for the tourists. I need to get a few hours sleep, Abby, or I’m going to do something stupid.”

She slid him a long look. “Like?”

“Like…” He slid his thumb over her jaw, his gaze filled with things that made her swallow hard.

And there were other reactions as well, reactions that reminded her that he was a man, an exceedingly sensual, sexy, hot man, and that she was all woman.

Yowza. She’d nearly forgotten what lust felt like. “If we could just get to my computer-”

Hawk was shaking his head before she even finished her sentence.

“If you’re too tired to keep driving,” she said. “I’ll do it.”

“I don’t think so.”

Disbelief filled her. “Let me get this straight. I’m supposed to trust you, but you don’t have to trust me?” She couldn’t help but sound a little bitter at this one. “That’s ridiculous! I’m the innocent one here. I’m the one to be trusted!”

“Because you promised to make this as difficult and painful as possible, remember?”

Okay, he had her there.

“And you haven’t yet decided to finally trust me.”

And there.

“What do you think I’m going to do, anyway?” she asked.

He laughed and rubbed a weary hand over his face. “Oh, I don’t know. Turn me in to Tibbs before I can prove my innocence.” He shrugged out of his flak vest and outer shirt, leaving him in just the black T-shirt. “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to go to sleep only to wake up to you driving me directly to the ATF. I left my Get Out of Jail Free card at home.”

“If we just went to Regional and laid out all the events in the order that they happened, I’m sure-”

“Sure what? That I’ll get a fair trial before death row?”

“If you’re innocent-”

“If? Jesus, Abby.” Sending her a stare that was filled with just enough hurt to stab right at her heart, he got out of the truck and slammed the door.

Abby shook her head at herself. Truth was, she believed him. Or she wanted to. How terrifying was that? With a sigh, she followed, the pre-dawn air slapping her face, stinging her skin. “Hawk, wait.”

He tipped his head up at the still-dark sky, then turned to look at her, his expression pure resistance, frustration-and also reluctant affection.