The Colonel's Widow?. Mallory Kane
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she said, then, “Yes. That I know.”
“When you stopped looking for me, and called Matt back to Wyoming, it alerted him. Deke was right about—”
“About Novus acting on the theory that I stopped because I had found you,” she fired back at him in a rapid staccato. “Not because I ran out of money or gave up. How silly of me. I waste so much time and money looking for you when I could have—” her voice broke and she laughed sharply, the sound like breaking glass. “You should tell me something I do not know.”
“Fine. But I’m going to sit down. You stand there if you want.” Rook dropped into a worn leather chair that smelled like oil and pipe smoke. It had been his dad’s.
He couldn’t believe how shaky he was. How unsure. He didn’t remember ever feeling this way before. Back when he’d made the decision to fake his death to stop Novus Ordo from targeting Irina, he’d felt like his life was spiraling out of control.
But this uncertainty was new—born of lies and deception, of stealth and secrecy and living in exile.
He’d been alone too long. In the past two years he’d barely spoken a word to another person. He’d spent all his time studying and searching for his enemy. The world’s most dangerous terrorist, Novus Ordo.
He feared he might never feel human again, now that he’d lived inside himself for so long. He’d hoped to find a way to keep up with her, to make sure she was all right.
But by the time he was healed, he knew if he saw her he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.
And if he didn’t stay away from her, she could die.
When he looked up, she hadn’t moved, although the gun barrel had tilted downward. Her face was still expressionless, but her body was rigid—so tense he was afraid her bones might break.
“You said you know Novus Ordo is after you. Do you understand why?”
Irina’s throat moved as she swallowed. “I understand that it has to do with you. That secret mission to save the senator’s son, before you left the Air Force.” She took a shaky breath. “When you rescued Deke.” Then she shot him a look of pure suspicion. “Not that you ever told me anything about it.”
“Do you know why Novus wants me?”
She shrugged and her arms dropped. The Sig slid from her fingers and hit the floor with a thud. “You saw him.”
He nodded wearily. “Apparently I’m the only person in two hemispheres, other than his trusted inner circle, who’s ever seen him without his mask.”
“Why didn’t you kill him then, when you had the chance?”
He shrugged without lifting his head. “We’ve been through this. I was out of ammo. I was sure I was a dead man.”
Irina moaned audibly. “But now, you’re not the only one who knows what he looks like. The CIA has the drawing. Why can’t they figure out who he is? Find him? Kill him?”
“Believe me, Irina, if it were that simple—”
“No!” She shook her head, and the clip that had been holding her hair slipped free and clattered to the floor. Waves of shimmering gold fell over her shoulders.
He swallowed against the lump that suddenly rose in his throat.
“No,” she repeated. “Believing you is something I will never do again.”
Rook slammed his fist down on the arm of his leather chair. “Then what do you want from me?” he yelled.
Too late, he realized he’d done what he always did when backed into a corner. He’d turned a weak defense into a strong offense.
And this time he’d aimed it at his wife. His wife. The one person in the world who least deserved it. Who had never deserved what loving him had put her through.
She winced, then lifted her chin. “I want the truth. But, as I am sure you can understand, I’m a little shy right now.”
Gun-shy, he almost said, but he bit his tongue. She’d always laughed when he’d correct her English. She wouldn’t appreciate it now.
“Why don’t you ask the questions, and I’ll answer them.”
“Truthfully?”
Rook growled and rubbed his aching jaw. The muscles there and in his neck throbbed with tension.
“Did you plan all this?” she snapped.
He looked up at her from beneath his brows. “All what?”
Irina let fly a string of Russian that Rook was sure would have shocked her father, were he still alive.
“Sorry,” he muttered, feeling mean and cornered and exposed. “I planned to die. It was the only choice I had—”
He clenched his jaw and pressed his lips together. No. She didn’t deserve excuses.
He propped his forearms on his knees and nodded, looking down at the floor.
“If you planned the whole thing, then who did you hire to shoot you?”
He bent his head and squeezed his temples between his palms. He was tired. He was frustrated. He ached with the need to pull her into his arms. Just long enough to remind himself that he was a human being. That he was alive.
He hadn’t felt anything in so long, he’d begun to wonder if he ever would.
“Rook? Who shot you?”
Her voice sizzled with venom. She hated him for what he’d done to her. And she had every right.
His very presence here put her in danger—her and everyone else involved with Black Hills Search and Rescue. That thought sent a shard of fear through his chest.
No. He couldn’t afford to feel anything—not until all this was over. If he let his emotions get in the way, the consequences would be too great to bear.
He’d already pushed Irina too far. Answering the question she’d asked would sever the last frayed thread that bound them together. And he wasn’t sure he could survive if that thread broke.
He took a long breath. “Deke.”
Irina gasped audibly. “What?”
He lifted his head and met her shocked gaze. “You heard me,” he muttered.
“D-deke?” she stammered.
As she spoke, the door from the kitchen opened.
“Deke shot you?” Her voice was shrill with shock.
“Oh, crap,” Deke said.
IRINA MET the wary gaze of her husband’s best friend. She shook her head back and forth—back and forth, while her stomach churned with nausea.
“I don’t understand…” she whispered. Her throat was too tight, her chest too constricted, to speak any louder.
“Don’t blame him,” Rook said, standing.
He might as well have been in a different room. She barely heard him. All she could do was stare at Deke, who had been there for her, who had grieved with her, who had kept Black Hills Search and Rescue going and had taken care of her during the dark time since her husband’s death.
“Deke? You—?”
“Irina, he was only following—” Rook started.
“Shut up!” She swiped a hand through the air in his general direction without looking at him.
Deke’s tanned faced turned a sickly green. He opened his mouth, closed it, ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “Irina—”
“You shot him? You shot Rook? It was you?” Saying it didn’t make it