me.” She narrowed her gaze on him, hearing the contempt in his voice. “Ice in my veins?” She felt her temper spike. “I just got here. You don’t know me.” “I know enough. Your brother’s missing, and you’re talking about it without a flicker of emotion. Like you couldn’t care less. That’s cold.” She took a deep breath. “You’d prefer to see me rant and scream and cry? Maybe I should throw in some hysterics for good measure?” Why was she even bothering with this man? He was a stranger. “Forget it. I don’t have to deal with judgmental strangers who look like they just wandered out of the woods.” She spun away from him. With some relief, Sydney spotted Darcy waving them over. “I can confirm that your brother was staying in Lima.” Darcy’s fingers flew over a keyboard. “He had a room at the Hotel San Antonio. No one has seen him there for the last twenty-four hours.” Sydney closed her eyes. Oh, Drew . She opened her eyes and saw that Logan was watching her. “I’m running some searches now for any police reports,” Darcy was saying. “Yes, I’ve got something. A few people reported an American man running down the street, being chased by a group of other men. That’s all the details I have. We’ll know more on the ground there.” “You’ll help me?” Sydney’s voice was a quiet whisper. She felt all the THS people watching her. “Yes.” Darcy reached out and pressed a hand to Sydney’s arm. “My brothers and my adopted brothers—” she shot Logan a look “—drive me crazy most days, but I’d move heaven and earth to help if they were in trouble.” A wry look crossed her face. “Actually, I’ve done it on numerous occasions.” Dec had a faint smile on his face. “Former Navy SEALs here. Usually we can rescue ourselves.” Darcy snorted. “It’s a macho SEAL thing. They like to believe they’re superheroes and don’t need any help.” A small laugh escaped Sydney. She realized they were trying to cheer her up. Their easy camaraderie was nice…she loved Drew, but they didn’t have a relationship like this. “So what happens now?” “Logan and Declan will run this op. Along with two of our other specialists—Morgan Kincaid and Hale Carter.” Logan . Sydney tried not to show any reaction to that. When she lifted her gaze, it met the big man’s startlingly golden eyes. His eyes made her think of her father’s favorite Scotch. Or the eyes of a big, lazy lion ready to hunt. Sydney schooled herself to show her most polite smile. “Wonderful.” “I’ll call ahead to have our jet fueled and prepared,” Declan said. “And I need to call Morgan and Hale. They’ll meet us at the airport.” Logan nodded. “I’ll need to stop by my place on the way. Get changed and grab my stuff.” Declan nodded. “I’ll do the same and say goodbye to Layne. You can take Sydney with you, and I’ll meet you guys at the airport.” Logan made a noise that reminded Sydney of a wild animal. An untamed beast. After that, things moved fast. Sydney called out goodbye to Darcy, and found herself being ushered out of the warehouse. Logan led her over to a huge black truck with enormous tires. They stopped for a minute while he grabbed her bag out of the back of her rental car. “Darce will make sure the rental gets returned.” He lifted her Louis Vuitton suitcase and tossed it in the back of his truck. Sydney opened the truck’s passenger side door and eyed the height to get in. How the hell was she going to climb in with a pencil skirt on? Suddenly, large hands circled her waist and she found herself boosted up onto the seat. Logan stared at her for a second, then stepped back and closed the door. Sydney sat there, pondering the fact that Logan O’Connor’s hands could span her entire waist. He climbed in behind the wheel and pulled his seatbelt on. “I don’t live too far from here. We won’t be long.” He drove them through downtown Denver,