“Kadan,” the third man spoke. His voice was quiet, but it drew attention immediately. “If you have something to share about all this, do it. I’ve been traveling nonstop and I want to get home and see Dahlia. I don’t like being away from her for too long.”

It was obvious the man was aware that Kadan and Tansy were speaking telepathically. She looked him over. He had that same stillness in him that Kadan did. He was tall, with longer midnight black hair, bronze skin, and truly black eyes. Where Kadan’s eyes were so blue they could appear black, this man had eyes the color of obsidian.

“Nicolas Trevane,” Kadan introduced. “Sorry, Nico, we’re still sorting things out. Tansy’s parents have been taken hostage. I think Whitney is involved, and that he has a GhostWalker present at the house with the captives. They want Tansy to turn herself over to them or they plan on killing her parents. She had twenty-four hours. Eight of those are gone.”

The three men looked from Tansy’s face to Kadan’s. Gator grinned again, this time his drawl teasing. “I take it that’s not an option.”

Kadan slid his hand down the curve of Tansy’s back and then slipped his arm around her waist. “No.”

Simple. Direct. That was Kadan.

Tansy sighed. “I drew a diagram of the house. We do have an escape tunnel, but Fredrickson knows about it.”

With his arm tight around her, Kadan led the way into the dining room, where he spread several papers on the table. “The estate is quite large and probably well guarded. Fortunately, Tansy knows all the camera positions and has pinpointed them for us.”

Kadan stepped back to allow the men to study the diagram of the house and estate, complete with as much information as Tansy could remember on where the guards were usually stationed, where cameras and dogs were located. He ran his hand up and down the curve of her spine, savoring the feel of her feminine outline.

Tansy glanced at him sharply. He wasn’t looking at her, nor did he appear to be paying attention to her at all, several times bending close to the table to point out details to Ryland and Gator, discussing an entry and extraction plan. She tried to listen, finding the way their minds worked intriguing, but his hand was distracting. Several times he slid his palm over her denim-clad bottom, shaping her bu**ocks, his thumb brushing strokes of fire while his hand caressed her.

Don’t. The other men were too sharp-eyed not to notice. It wasn’t so much that she objected to them seeing him caress her, it was her reaction that was embarrassing. The elevated breathing she couldn’t quite stop. Her ni**les hardening. His touch affected her, no matter how featherlight it was.

Don’t ever tell me I can’t touch you. Any time. Any place. It sounded like a command. Low. Firm. A husky, velvet promise of retaliation, sexual in nature, that sent a wave of heat crashing through her body and dampening her panties.

But Tansy was in his mind and his lack of emotion concerned her. He was disconnected. Remote. Ice water once again flowed in his veins. He frightened her that way, so distant he didn’t seem aware of any of the emotions a normal person would have. It was only his hand on her, the shape and texture of her, the scent of her, that kept a trace of feeling running through him. He clung to that small connection, but didn’t seem aware that that was what he was doing.

As if to make certain she understood, his hand moved over her h*ps and up her rib cage, sliding along the side of her breast, back up to the nape of her neck. His fingers tightened until she turned her head. He leaned over. Casually. In charge. Taking his time. Daring her to defy him and pull away. If she hadn’t felt that small flicker of need in him, she might have kicked him in the shins and told him to go to hell, but instead, she stood there quietly and waited for the touch and taste of him. There was an aura of sexual intensity surrounding him, and the moment they were close, his sheer magnetism overwhelmed her self-preservation and she seemed to just give herself to him, drawn like a moth to flame.

He took her mouth gently, not at all like the threat in his mind. She tasted his hunger and knew his need of her was elemental and deep and beyond even his understanding.

Kiss me back.

She wasn’t certain why he needed her so much. Reassurance? He seemed so completely confident, she could barely believe that he felt in any way threatened by the presence of the other men. That seemed out of character. Her arms slid around his neck and she opened her mouth to his, feeling him inside her, stroking and tasting with that same gentleness that was so disarming.

Are you all right? She touched his cheek.

He lifted his head and smiled at her. No problems.

She wasn’t sure she believed him, but he was already bending over the drawings. To the others he pointed out the gate with the cameras and guards.

“This booth is manned at all times. Cliffs back up to the house and they’d be difficult to climb, but not impossible from the ocean side. Fredrickson is bound to be looking at an entry from that side so he’ll most likely step up the guards there.”

“You don’t think he’ll believe I’ll walk right in and give myself up?” Tansy asked hopefully.

“We have to assume he knows I went looking for you and that you’re with me. You didn’t use the radio to call your parents, you called from an untraceable, secure line. Fredrickson will know that. He’ll be prepared for an assault team.”

“So entry up the cliffs isn’t going to be a good plan.”

“We can wait for Tucker and Ian to report in, but let’s assume not,” Kadan said. His gaze shifted for a brief second to Ryland.

The dark-haired man eased his shoulders a little. “I could use some coffee, Kadan. Do you have any around here?”

“In the kitchen,” Kadan said.

“I’ll get it,” Tansy said, glad for something to do. Planning assaults wasn’t her forte. “Anyone else want some?”

Kadan waited until Tansy had taken their orders and left the room. He kept his voice low. “The package is expected to be hostile. There’s a tie to Whitney. I want to bring them out quietly to a house only we know about and keep them under guard. If they don’t tell us what we need, I’ll have a private talk with them.”

Ryland stirred, his gaze flicking toward the kitchen. “Kadan. Not if she’s your choice. I’ll take care of it.”

Kadan shook his had. “My woman. My responsibility. I can live with it.”

“She won’t be able to.”

“I have no problems doing whatever it takes to keep her safe, and she’ll never know.”

Nico shrugged his shoulders. “Your call, Kadan, but women have a way of finding out things you don’t want them to know, and any one of us would do the job for you. Just give us the word.”

“Appreciate it,” he said gruffly, but he wouldn’t shirk his responsibility. Not when it came to Tansy’s safety, and especially because they were her parents and she loved them. If it came down to it, he’d take them out as quickly, painlessly, and humanely as possible.

Tansy returned with a collection of mugs, sugar, and cream. Kadan took the tray from her and placed it on the table.

“How’s it coming?” She glanced at her watch. “And how soon do we leave?”

“I think we’ve about got this, baby. You’ll stay in the safe house we’re setting up for your parents. I’ll have a couple of my men there with you.”

She scowled at him, shaking her head quickly. “No way. That was never part of the plan. I’m going with you. If something goes wrong, I have to be there to—”

“No.” Kadan said the word quietly, his voice so low it was barely audible, yet it cut like a razor, demanding immediate compliance.

Tansy jerked away from the fingers that had settled gently around her wrist like a bracelet—except instead of getting away, she felt the fingers tighten into shackles, preventing her from moving anywhere.

“You won’t be sacrificing your life for theirs. That’s never been an option.” His voice whispered like velvet, but cracked like a whip, lashing across her mind, burning his decree into her brain. He made a small effort to soften the order with an explanation. “We can’t take you into combat, you’d be a liability.”

This was the other side of Kadan. Immovable. His blue eyes were nearly black now, unfathomable, impossible to read. His expression remote.

The three other men drifted from the room, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever. She couldn’t be alone with him, not when his mind held hers, determined to force his will on her.

Tansy went very still, refusing to struggle against his grip. Kadan was enormously strong, and there would be no getting away from him until he wanted to let her go. If he wanted cool and remote, well, she could do that as well. She locked her gaze with his, refusing to be intimidated by the dangerous edge to him. He wore the image of a warrior like skin, the fit natural and impressive. Perhaps this was more the true Kadan then the one in her bed, but she couldn’t let him see that her stomach had bunched into knots and her heart beat too fast.

“Fortunately, I am not in the military and not under anyone’s command.”

He didn’t change expression, but she swore a shadow moved across his face. Her heart skipped a beat. She would have finger marks on her inner wrist.

“Really?”

He said one word. Only one. A soft inquiry that sent fear skittering down her spine whether she wanted to be in control or not. Why? After all, what was he going to do?

She found she couldn’t look away from him. His eyes darkened even more. Something hot flickered in the depths so that through the black, his eyes burned with blue flames. She caught her breath as he pulled her hand to the front of his jeans and rubbed her palm over the thickened bulge there.

You’re taking a big chance, baby, arguing with me when you can’t win, but the result is one hell of a wicked hard-on.

He leaned close, his tongue flicking over her ear. I’ll bring them home to you safe. That’s a promise, Tansy.

He wouldn’t guarantee beyond that, but if she looked into his mind, she could see his word was gold. Unless her parents were already dead, he’d find a way.

He’d disarmed her completely with one breath. That small promise. Maybe if she hadn’t been able to touch his mind, feel his assurance, his total commitment to returning her parents to her, she would have snatched her hand away. Instead, she stayed still, her heart beating too fast, her body and mind belonging to him whether she wanted it or not.

A part of her hated the way he made her weak, but defiance and argument seemed stupid. What would it get her? In the end, she would be a liability to them if she went along. They were a team and they were used to working with one another. She knew teamwork, and an outsider could easily ruin their rhythm and throw them all off. And that might get her parents—or the team—killed.

She just wished everything he said didn’t sound like an order. Worse, she hated that there was a part of her that went soft and slick and hot at the sound of his voice when he talked that way. She was crazy to be in any way attracted to a man who wasn’t in the least civilized.

His teeth bit down on her earlobe. You can’t fault me for protecting you.

She closed her eyes as he rubbed against her hand, unsure how to reach him when he felt so distant from her. Is this all there is between us? Explosive chemistry.

She ached with wanting him, but it wasn’t enough. Not now. Not when she’d been in his mind. Not when she could remove the hated gloves and touch his skin.

Not for me, he assured her.

She couldn’t imagine being with another man, wanting to touch him, or have his hands all over her. The things he wanted with her seemed wrong with anyone else and so intensely right with him. She had no idea why, only that she wasn’t ready to walk away from him yet.

Not ever. Deliberately he removed her palm from the front of his jeans and sank his teeth into the center, scraping back and forth, his eyes never leaving her face.