Jared lifted his chin in greeting. “What do we know, Roc?”

“Roman took Jenny off-site. She’s fine.”

Jared looked at her. “See? Fine.”

Yeah, everything is just fine.

Rocco continued, “GSI’s on the perimeter. They had one man on the inside. Roman handled that headache on his way out. Parker picked up two heat signatures on the perimeter. GSI’s good, but not undetectable. They’re dropping transmission signals we’ve picked up. Bottom line, Buck Baer is nearby, but too chicken-shit to be onsite.”

The faint taste of blood registered on her tongue, and the inside of her cheek was raw from gnawing her nerves silent. An exasperated tidal wave swept from her gut to her lips, and just like when she’d tried to smother her earlier declaration of love, she couldn’t keep her trap shut. “If Jenny’s safe, then go find Buck already. Finish this.”

Jared shifted in his seat. “Sugar.” His eyes bored into hers, cascading a wild ambush of goose bumps from her scalp to her hips. “Take out the emotion. Assess. React. That’s our plan. Got it?”

“No, I don’t.” The hairs on her arms were at full attention. She was a bowl full of reaction and had no interest in assessing anything. Go, go, go, her panic chanted in her head. The sooner Titan wiped the floor with GSI, the sooner life would normalize. “I’m not a machine, Jared, and I’m running on adrenaline. I want this over with already.”

“Love you, Baby Cakes. But calm it down and do as you’re told.” He turned his head to Rocco but kept his handhold on her.

Wide eyes. Raised brows. Hanging lips. Roc’s priceless face had to be the results of hearing J-dawg choke out something like, “love you.” But he pulled it together faster than Jared could tell him to stop the theatrics.

Jared scanned the mirrors. “Where’s our team?”

“Cash has the perimeter.” Rocco cleared his throat. “As does Brock. Nicola stayed with Asal.”

The truck vibrated as Jared registered his words. “Back up and repeat.” His words were intermixed with a growl. Sugar shivered at the overwhelming hostility in his voice. She wanted to slink back from the volcanic eruption readying to blow.

Rocco’s lips formed a thick line. “I had to. Even with Winters covering the back entrance, we needed Brock. We needed manpower.”

“He’s a fuckin’ traitor.” Jared’s fingers flexed into Sugar’s leg.

“He’s manpower, and he messed up. Deal with him later however you need to. We need his eyes and trigger finger right now.”

Slapping the steering wheel with his freehand, Jared growled, “Goddamn it!”

“Delta Team’s here, too.”

“Fine.” He gave a slight nod of approval. “I’ll deal with Brock and your decisions later.”

Rocco nodded and backtracked into GUNS.

Delta Team? What the hell is that? She wanted to hate Brock. She wanted Jared to destroy the bastard. But she’d known Brock for a while, and in a way, he was like Jared. Analytical. Emotionless. But she’d seen Jared lose his cool, spout romantic truths, and talk about the future. What if Brock was in the same situation? What if Brock couldn’t see another way out and panic had driven him to a mistake?