Anna Perrin - Risk It All

Savannah stabbed a finger in her direction, a gesture she felt entitled to as the older sister. “Ask that FBI agent for a suggestion. Or better yet, stick close to him. My impression of him is he’s smart, competent and determined. A guy with his training would be really good at fending off bad guys and protecting you. He also has seriously impressive muscles, no wedding ring and a sexy mouth.”

Savannah couldn’t know her conjecture about Nash’s skills had already been put to the test and proved true. And the rest of her description of the man was valid, too, including the comment about his sexy mouth. His occasional smiles had sent tingles up Brooke’s spine, which was crazy given the circumstances.

“He is totally male and totally hot. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed, sis.”

She was tempted to deny it, but Savannah’s expression told her that she’d be wasting her breath. What the heck. It was nice to see a twinkle in her sister’s eye. For a brief moment, she’d forgotten about the threat from Sidorov, and Brooke wasn’t going to spoil her fun. “Yeah, Savannah, I noticed. He is totally male and totally hot.”

The sound of a throat being cleared made her jump. Oh crap. Jared Nash was standing a few feet away, having exited the diner without her noticing. What exactly had he heard?

Apparently, enough to be entertained. His lips curved in a slow, knowing smile. She felt her face flush and darted a look at Savannah, who had been facing the diner and must have watched him approach. Her sister gazed back innocently. Too innocently. Savannah had set her up.

The awkward moment was broken by the arrival of Trevor. He and Savannah headed across the parking lot with Brooke and the FBI agent trailing afterward. When they reached the Lexus, the two women embraced again while the men exchanged cell-phone numbers.

“He likes you, too,” Savannah whispered to Brooke. “He was staring at you intently every time you spoke. So take the advice you gave to me and ‘make the most of it.’ Stay close to him and I mean really close. I’ll want the juicy details from you later.”

“Not going to happen.” The sex or the gossip.

“Prude,” her sister teased.

Brooke’s only reply was to say, “Call me when you’re settled at the condo.”

When Nash opened the passenger door for Savannah, she thanked him, then blurted out, “When Sidorov finds out Trevor and I are gone, he might take out his anger on our families. Trevor’s all live in England, so I’m not worried about them. But my sister’s here. Please, keep her safe.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he replied.

“Hey,” Brooke objected, blindsided by her sister’s direct plea to the agent, “I can take care of myself.”

“Against a Russian mobster?” Savannah’s head shake conveyed her disbelief as she buckled her seat beat. “That’s optimistic, even for you. I almost lost you once. I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt again.”

Her sister’s words were ones of concern, but Brooke didn’t appreciate the reminder of her mortality or the curious look Nash gave her. Trying not to show her annoyance, she said, “I promise I’ll be extra careful.” Then she closed the passenger door and turned away from her sister.

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