“I know enough. She’s FBI and her father was FBI. That enough to assume her to be tough and independent. To top that all off, she’s gone undercover inside the cartel to save her sister. That takes a pair of balls.”

“Alone,” Blake said. “She went into this alone, which is a death wish.”

“Sounds familiar,” Luke replied dryly. “Like my brother who just went MIA.”

“Screw you, Luke.”

“I’m just speaking facts. And you better be prepared for what’s coming when you try to shut down Kara. This is not a woman you send to her room and promise cookies or candy-coated orgasms, Blake. I assume that’s your plan, right?”

“Seriously, Luke. Screw you.”

Luke chuckled. “Yeah yeah, I love you too, bro. I’ll let you know what I find out about your poor, helpless FBI agent.” He hung up.

Blake growled under his breath and returned his phone to his belt, but he didn’t move. He just sat there, thinking about Kara, and he didn’t give a damn if she was FBI. She wasn’t going back inside the cartel, even if that meant he had to tie her to a bed and keep her there. Of course, he wouldn’t be in that bed. Not anymore. Not until Alvarez was dead. The distraction was too dangerous. He and Kara were not doing candy-coated anything.

Shoving to his feet, he entered the apartment, locked the door, and charged up the stairs, his adrenaline pumping in anticipation of a confrontation.

Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

Blake rounded the corner of the stairs and found Kara standing by the couch, her long, dark hair in sexy disarray, her hand firmly holding a gun on him. He wasn’t the least bit rattled or dissuaded, charging right on ahead toward her with long, determined steps.

Her eyes went wide at his continued approach and she backed into the couch. “Stop or I’ll—”

Blake stepped in front of her and snatched the gun from her hand. “Did you really think I didn’t expect this?” Flipping the safety into place, he slid the gun inside the back of his jeans, and then trapped her soft, too-feminine, too-tempting body between him and the couch.

“You only took that from me because I let you,” she declared, her chin lifting defiantly.

“I couldn’t agree more. We both knew you weren't going to shoot me.”

“If you knew I was going to pull a gun, why leave me alone?”

“Trust, sweetheart,” he drawled. “I want you to have it, so I have to give it in return.”

“That’s why you asked one of your men to check up on me? Because you trust me?”