Unexplored (Treasure Hunter Security Book 3) Read Free

about her brother being held hostage. Ice water in those veins.
    Dec was frowning. “We don’t do a lot of ransom demands. We have interceded when some archeologists have been snatched off digs—”
    Interestingly, Logan saw Sydney press her hands together on the table. Her fingers flexed, then relaxed. “I came to you because the group who have Drew…they call themselves Silk Road.”
    Now, Logan pushed to his feet. Aw, hell.
     

Chapter Two
    “I know you’ve had some experience with Silk Road,” Sydney said, desperately controlling the emotions rolling inside her. “That’s why I came to you.”
    “You could say that.” Declan Ward exchanged a glance with the big bear of a man named Logan. “They’re a black-market antiquities ring. They have money and no conscience.”
    His words made Sydney’s skin go cold. And these people had Drew. “Will you help me? My brother is the only family I have left.” Grief and fear melded together inside her, and she fought back a shiver. Suddenly, she was very cold. She dug her nails into her palms to keep from letting any of it show on her face.
    She saw Declan share another look with the intimidating Logan.
    Darcy stood. “Why don’t you let me run some searches? Let me see if we can find out what’s going on down in Lima.”
    “I’ve tried to contact the authorities—”
    Darcy nodded. “It’s difficult, I know. Distance, language barriers, different systems. Let me see what I can find.” The brunette shot a look at Logan. “Logan, can you get Ms. Granger a drink?”
    “A drink?” The big man looked confused. “I’m not a waiter.”
    Darcy rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t need you to shoot anybody for me right now, so get her a drink.” Darcy strode over to the computers.
    Sydney cleared her throat. “I’m fine—”
    He made a noise, stomped over, and pulled out her chair. “Come on. Kitchen’s this way.”
    Seeing no way of politely getting out of it, she reluctantly followed him. Another shiver wracked her. The shock of everything that had happened was hitting her all at once. She rubbed her arms. She’d left her suit jacket in the car.
    “What do you want to drink?”
    The gruff, ungracious question came from the direction of the small, organized kitchenette tucked away in a corner of the large room.
    “Water, please.”
    He snorted, and she watched as he grabbed a mug from a cupboard and a pot of coffee off a coffee maker.
    “Didn’t you hear me?” she asked.
    “You’re cold. You need something to warm up. Cream? Sugar?”
    His overbearing tone made her bristle. “Black.” She liked sugar in her coffee, but she’d be damned if she’d tell him that.
    He shoved the mug at her. It was chipped on one edge and had World’s Greatest Shot emblazoned on it.
    “Sorry. This isn’t high tea at the Ritz,” he said.
    Sydney bit back a smart retort and forced herself to calmly take a sip. As she did, she watched him start unbuttoning his shirt.
    Her eyes widened, and she fought not to sputter her coffee everywhere. Underneath the well-worn blue shirt, he wore a gray T-shirt. It was stretched to breaking point across the large, hard planes of his chest. He shrugged his button-down shirt off, and then reached out and slipped it around her shoulders.
    “What are you doing?” She hated that her voice sounded like a squeak.
    “You’re cold.”
    “I’m fine.” Then the warmth from the fabric hit her. God, the man must run really hot. It felt so good on her chilled body. Her gaze moved over his muscled forearms and the gray fabric straining over his massive biceps. He shifted and she saw the backs of his arms were covered in tattoos. They looked like…the scratches of bear claws. He had claw marks tattooed on his arms. She quickly took another sip of coffee. She wasn’t used to men like Logan O’Connor.
    “You’re not fine. You’re shivering. You might have ice in your veins, but I won’t let you freeze to death right in front of