“You think Guerrero’s gonna make a hit on her?” Gunner asked as his gaze swept the crowd.
They weren’t there to pay respects to the senator. Neither of them had respected Aaron James worth a damn. They were there for guard duty.
The mission wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
“The boss does.” Because Logan wasn’t the man in control at the EOD. But this time, he agreed. Every instinct Logan had screamed that Juliana wasn’t clear, not yet.
She had to be here today, though. Senator James was being laid to rest. Unfortunately, he wasn’t taking his demons with him.
The crowd began to clear away. It was a high-profile funeral, with government officials spilling out for their photo ops. Lots of plainclothes security were scattered around, even some folks Logan recognized from the Secret Service.
In particular, he’d noticed that two men and one woman in black suits stayed close to Juliana. On-loan protection. Those three were so obvious, but maybe that was the point. The Secret Service liked to be in-your-face some days.
“You really up for what you’ll have to do?”
Logan paused. He knew what Gunner was asking. Could he look right into Juliana’s eyes and lie to her? Over and over again? That was what needed to be done, and because of their past, he was the prime candidate for the job.
The man who was supposed to slip close to Juliana, to stay by her side. He’d be her protection, and she just thought he’d be—
Her lover.
“Yes.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I’ll do what needs to be done.” Another betrayal. But he didn’t trust any other agent to get this close to her. Not even Gunner.
Especially not Gunner.
The operative on this mission had to stay with Juliana. Day and night.
Only me.
He headed for her. He knew his glasses covered his eyes, so no one would be able to tell he wasn’t exactly in the mourning mood. Good. No need to put on a mask just yet.
A long black limo waited for Juliana. The door was open. She’d already turned away from Logan and headed for the vehicle.
As he closed in on his prey, a woman with blond hair—perfectly twisted at the nape of her neck—and wearing a tight black dress wrapped her arms around Juliana. Logan’s eyes narrowed as he recognized Susan Walker, one of the late senator’s assistants. Logan’s team had questioned her for hours, but she’d seemed clueless about the true nature of the senator’s activities.
“I can’t believe he’s really gone,” Susan whispered, and a tremble shook her body. “This shouldn’t have happened. We had so many plans....”
A tall, dark-haired male walked up behind her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Thin black glasses were perched on his nose. Logan knew him, of course. Ben McLintock. Another assistant to the senator. One who hadn’t broken during the interview process, but still...he’d been nervous.
McLintock glanced over his shoulder and spotted Logan. The guy swallowed quickly and bobbed his head. Too nervous. The EOD was already ripping into his life. As soon as they turned over some info they could use, something that would tie him in with the senator’s illegal deals...
Then we’ll have another talk, McLintock. Logan wouldn’t play so nicely during their next little chat.
“Juliana needs to get home,” Ben said as he pulled Susan back. “You can both talk more there.”
“Yes, yes, you’re right.” Susan’s thin shoulders straightened. She looked toward the casket again. She shook her head and turned away from the limo. “It just seems like a dream.”
Ben took her hand but his eyes were on Juliana. “You have my deepest sympathies.”
Juliana’s eyes were dry. Her face too pale.
“I never...never...thought things would end this way.”
The senator had surprised them all. Logan wasn’t even sure why the guy had done it. Had the senator thought that if he were out of the picture, Guerrero would back off? That Juliana would be safe?
“I’m truly sorry,” Ben told her and bent to press a kiss to Juliana’s right cheek.
Logan’s back teeth locked. Mr. Touchy-Feely could move the hell on anytime. He could spend some quality moments comforting Susan Walker...