Diamonds Are Truly Forever: An Agent Ex Novel 2 Read Free

wasn’t standing next to the pantry.”
    He’s right . She went so cold, she felt almost numb. The men he played with wouldn’t make a dumb mistake like shooting at the wrong person.
    She flashed back to Paraguay and drug lord Beto Bevilacqua, the Brazilian Bevil, as Drew called him. Beto had tortured Drew’s location from her and sent his death squad after Drew and his fellow agent Jack Pierce while Beto stayed to finish her off.
    Emmett’s team had burst in just in time to save her from Beto’s knife. After they subdued him, Beto looked her in the eye and smiled. “I’ll get you yet, bitch. Pray you die now. This was mercy compared with what I’ll do to you next time.”
    Then she blacked out. The next thing she knew she woke up in an American hospital.
    She hadn’t believed the Bevil’s reach was this long or that she was important enough to come after. Until now. But who else would want her dead? Another of Drew’s enemies?
    Next to her, Drew watched her closely, compassion and worry in his eyes. “You sure you’re okay? You’re pale.”
    She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and nodded. “As well as can be expected after being used for target practice, yeah.”
    “Take your time. Breathe deeply. You’ll feel better once you get over the shock.” He gave her a lopsided grin that was probably meant to cheer her up. “The pale feeling will pass. And then you’ll get mad. Anger is better, believe me.”
    Drew pulled his cell phone from his pocket. She couldn’t believe it—he was actually dialing for help? In the spy world, that was practically like asking for directions. Taboo even in a spur-of-the-moment danger situation.
    If Drew was calling for help, she probably should panic. “Who are you calling? Spook central or the cops?”
    “Neither.” He showed her the screen of his phone.
    A security feed of her house, inside and out, and the surrounding area scrolled past.
    “The bastard’s good at hiding,” Drew said, studying the screen again. “He’ll have left a clue. He can’t have gone far. We’ll get him.”
    “You promised me you’d never look at the security camera feeds again. I changed the security code.”
    He shrugged. “As if that could keep me out.”
    “Hey!” Her anger rose out of nowhere, just as he’d predicted. She smacked him in the shoulder, hard.
    “What?” He rubbed his shoulder, looking surprised her outburst was directed toward him.
    Good. Domestic fury felt better than fear. Drew was right about that, too.
    “You promised,” she said, realizing as she spoke how lame she sounded.
    “I lied.” He didn’t wince or look sorry in the slightest. “What? I was supposed to leave you to the mercy of my enemies?”
    She glared at him. “What about the cameras in my bedroom?”
    He grinned. “Of course I watch those. Enemies love pouncing on sleeping victims.”
    “Damn it, Drew. Exes don’t have peep-show privileges.” Her voice had gone hard and icy, veering way off from her Make him sorry plan.
    “Kidding.”
    She didn’t believe him.
    Drew pushed to a squat, carefully avoiding glass splinters. “Stay put while I investigate.”
    Not being the brave, charge-into-danger type, she wasn’t going to argue with him. “Be careful. What if it’s Bevil or one of his contacts?”
    Drew stared at her. “I can handle myself.”
    “It’s dangerous weather out there. Take a weapon with you.”
    He flashed her a glimpse of his handgun.
    She should have known. “And what am I supposed to do for protection?”
    He handed her a razor-sharp butcher knife from the block on the counter.
    “Brave man, handing me this after telling me you’ve been watching me sleep. You’re taking your life in your own hands, buster.” She stared at the knife in her hand, then up at him. “What if I turn out to be a backstabber?”
    He looked her right in the eye and laughed. “I like to live on the edge. Besides, cutting up raw chicken gives you the willies.” He lowered