mean witch at the best of times. She was a good woman, and for a while, until the past month actually, she had been his partner on a secret operation for the F.B.I in conjunction with the Office of Homeland Security. The fact that she worked for the agency and lived close enough to him that he knew her well had worked out for them and the operation. The fact that she was looking so hard for him could be a problem.
âAmy doesnât have a hold on me.â Slade shook his head, trying to push away the memory that the operation they had worked on had been dropped rather than completed, and the needed information still hadnât been gained.
âYou better hope she doesnât,â the other man grunted, rubbing his hand roughly over his lower face. âBecause if she goes after Jessie and you let her tear into herâ¦â
âNo one will hurt Jessie.â The smothering sensation disappeared beneath the instinctive, furious urge to shelter Jessie.
âMake sure of it,â Ron warned him firmly. âAnd expect Rhonda to tear you a new ass next time you see her. Jessie has been one of her babies for years, and sheâs worried herself to death since the girl came up missing. She wonât be happy that you didnât let her know where she was.â
Rhonda was Ronâs wife. A petite, blonde-haired spitfire who everyone knew better than to mess with. She was friendly as hell, smiling, laughing, making everyone feel welcome. But mess with one of her babies, whether the child or person she had taken under wing was her blood or not, and she would take an iron skillet to your head. She had been known to do that on more than one occasion.
âJazz and Zack said to tell you theyâre kicking your ass too.â Ron smiled then. A real pleased, exuberant kind of smile that had Slade grimacing. Jazz and Zack had been his best friends all his life. They were presently partners in a rapidly growing home construction company that threatened to make them very comfortable, wealthy old men one day.
And Slade had no doubt they would kick his ass. They were usually damned good at keeping their word.
âI can see youâre looking forward to it,â Slade muttered. âHell, youâd think I took off with a minor the way youâre acting. Sheâs of age, Ron.â
âAnd I have a feeling you fucked up,â Ron drawled. âAnd that kid youâve hijacked this weekend is going to be the one to pay the price. If that happens, Iâll kick your ass, and you can bet I wonât leave you walking when Iâm finished.â His finger poked into Sladeâs chest, causing him to blink at Ron in shock before narrowing his eyes.
âIf I fuck up and lose her, then you wonât have to kick it.â He knocked the other manâs hand back, tensing, preparing to meet the challenge in Ronâs eyes. He didnât want to tangle with the gutter fighter he knew his friend was, but he would if he had to. âIf I lose herâ¦â
He snapped his lips closed. Fuck it. âThis is my business, Ron, not yours. Not now, not ever.â
Ron flexed his shoulders, his anger more than apparent, even as confusing as it was. What the hell had Amy done to piss him off so hard? Slade couldnât fathom the reason behind it, but he knew he would damned sure get to the bottom of it.
âIâll take care of Amy after I take Jessie home tomorrow,â he snarled, furious at the other manâs interference and threats. âIâll deal with whatever the hell she thinks sheâs doing and Jessie wonât be affected. You know better than to think Iâd hurt her.â
âAnd I donât think youâll have a choice,â Ron bit out. âThatâs the pissy part, Slade. Amy plain pissed me off while she was out there this morning, and her smart-assed shit didnât go over real well with Rhonda either.â
And when Rhonda wasnât