“Fuck you,” Wayne snarled.
Growing impatient, Leese said, “Apparently that’s not happening.” He set down the suitcase and pushed aside his open coat, showing the Glock in a belt holster at his side.
The men stared uneasily. Catalina sucked in a startled breath.
Ignoring those reactions, Leese looked at her boots, then lifted the collar of the coat, examining it. While they were decent protection against the elements, they weren’t high-end items. Probably bought at a discount department store.
Definitely not worth Catalina prostituting herself.
He withdrew his wallet and pulled out a few hundreds. “This will have to suffice.” He folded the money, walked up to Wayne and held it out.
After a ripe hesitation, Wayne took the cash.
With a dose of menace, Leese warned, “Don’t come after her again.”
Wayne nodded, said something low to the uninjured man and the three of them retreated behind the tall buildings.
Leese felt Catalina retreating as well.
Out of patience and feeling stern, he faced her. “Don’t run.”
Eyes huge, her face pale except for the pink of her cold nose, she swallowed hard. “You were sent to bring me home, weren’t you?”
Body Armor, the agency where he worked, had sent him...but his job was to keep her safe, period. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
With a shake of her head, she stepped back.
Leese saw it in her eyes; she would run. “Don’t.”
She whirled to flee and plowed headlong into Justice. The impact was solid enough that she bounced back, her feet slid out from under her on the icy surface and she landed flat in the frozen snow. Given the way she wheezed, she’d knocked the wind out of herself.
She didn’t sink in the snow as the other guy had. Nope. She might as well have hit solid ground. At least he didn’t have to worry about her getting hypothermia.
Leese knelt beside her. “Shh.” He cupped the back of her head. “Hold still.” To Justice, he said, “You were supposed to wait at the car.”
“I saw it was clear and wanted to hurry you along.”
Justice was still learning patience. He was here today with Leese to get a handle on the job. So far, he failed with flying colors. “Carry her bag to the car. We’ll be right there. And, Justice, stay sharp, and stay with the car.”
On his way past, Justice told her, “Sorry about that, honey. Didn’t mean to startle you.” He carried the bag as if it weighed nothing, but then, Justice was a six-foot-five former heavyweight MMA fighter made of solid muscle.
Drawing her into a sitting position and raising her arms over her head, Leese said, “Take it easy. You’re all right.”
She sucked in a strained breath, coughed and wheezed again.
“Running into Justice is like hitting the side of a mountain. Did you hurt anything?”
She got her breath back with a vengeance. “Who are you people?”
Her hat had come loose and silky brown hair tangled around her face. With very cold hands, Leese brushed it back. Gloves would have been nice.
But gloves skewed his accuracy whenever he needed to draw his weapon.
He never discounted that possibility, so no gloves.
“I’m a bodyguard with the Body Armor agency. I was hired to keep you safe.”
“Oh God.” Elbows on her knees, she dropped her head forward and rocked in agitation.
Sitting in the cold was not his idea of fun. “You’re okay?” Instinct had him rubbing her back. She didn’t seem to mind.
“Yes.” She lifted her head and pinned him with her gaze. “You don’t look like any bodyguard I’ve ever seen.”
“Seen a few, have you?”
“Too many. They’re pretty obvious, but not you. You don’t fit the mold at all.” She studied his face. “How did you find me?”
Leese was unaware of any mold, but he also knew Body Armor was vastly different from most other agencies. “I was told you were in this general area. It’s a small town. Newcomers draw attention.”
“I was two towns over the last time bodyguards found me.”
So others had been sent to protect her, but she’d deliberately lost them, then tried hiding again? Leese wasn’t sure what was going on, but he had an objective, and he’d see it through. “I showed your photo around and tracked you here.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Since when do bodyguards track people?”
Since clients paid a small fortune to make it happen. Balanced on the balls of his feet, Leese let his wrists rest over his knees. “I learned a lot of neat tricks,” he told her.
“Like?”
So she wanted to have this whole conversation while exposed to the elements? Appeared so. “Like how to locate people.” He stood and pulled her to her feet.
She strained away. “What are you doing?”
Her unmistakable panic helped him to rein in his impatience. “Your seat is probably damp by now. The back of your coat too. You need to get somewhere warm and dry.”
“Where?”
“Let’s go to the car and we’ll talk about it.”
She balked. “So you’re taking me home?”
That sounded like an accusation. Leese tried to ignore the cold. “Is that where you want to go?”
Her brows lifted. “Not really, no.”
“Okay then, want to clue me in?” His balls were starting to freeze.
Puzzled, she narrowed her eyes on him. “You weren’t told to take me anywhere?”
“I’ve only spoken to my boss, and she said to keep you safe, period.” Why did he feel like he might be missing the big picture here? “That’s the beginning, middle and end.”
Incredulous, she asked, “For how long?”
He shrugged. “My understanding is that it’s pretty open-ended at this point.” Given her reactions so far, he could see why those who cared about her assumed she’d need protection.
But to be sure, at the first opportunity he’d give Sahara a call and have her fess up all the facts. Sahara Silver, the new owner of Body Armor, did like to do things her own way—and it was never conventional.
Catalina kept her gaze locked with his while working out something in her mind, and suddenly she stiffened. “Oh my God.”
“Problem?”
Her hair whipped around as she searched the area again.
Who was she looking for? “Catalina—”
On a heartfelt groan of despair, she gripped the front of his coat. “You’ve probably led him to me.”
Leese didn’t know who she meant, but he saw honest fear in her expression. “Let’s get out of the area, somewhere safe.” He noticed that she limped a little as he led her quickly to where Justice waited with the car. “We’ll talk more once I know you’re secure.”
Justice sat behind the wheel of the black Lexus SUV, the engine running, so the car would be warm.
Catalina balked again at the sight of him, then squared her shoulders and hastened her pace.
“You don’t have to worry about Justice.” Leese reached the SUV ahead of her and opened the back passenger door. “Colorful as he might be.”