Brody's Vow (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 1) by Kaylea Cross Page A

over to the table. The way his gaze held hers set off warning bells and made her stomach muscles grab.
    “Something you might want to see,” he said, and set the paper down in front of her.
    She read the headline while Brody leaned over to look at it. Wealthy D.C. Magnate Murdered.
    Cold spread through her gut as she scanned the story.
    The writer reported that Franco Salvatori had been stabbed in the neck with a highly lethal dose of toxin, and his bodyguard reported it had been Eva Gregorivich, the woman Salvatori had been with last night at a local gala. The cops had pulled the car she was reported to have stolen from a lake with the back window shot out. It showed a picture of Eva at a previous function and finished with the police asking for the public’s help in locating her.
    Trinity blanched. She’d thought Tino would want to keep this on the down low, since Salvatori had died on his watch. He must be desperate to flush her out if he’d gone to the cops, and she knew damn well he’d likely reached out to a detective he had in his pocket.
    “That you?” Senior asked her, indicating the photo of Eva.
    She was an expert liar, could lie her way out of damn near anything, but looking into those sharp hazel eyes, she just couldn’t. God, she should never have come here, regretted ever getting into Brody’s truck last night. “Yes,” she murmured.
    A beat of taut silence passed as the older man studied her. “I don’t know what’s going on or who you work for, but it looks like you’ve got a serious problem here.”
    She pushed to her feet, ignoring the stab of pain in her head, her only thought leaving this place and this family before she brought any harm to them.
    “Wait,” Brody said but she ignored him and rushed up the stairs, intent on grabbing the bag she’d packed that held her pistol, extra ammo and a change of clothes.
    When she turned around Brody was standing inside the door. She froze, lifted her chin, her heart beating faster at the set look on his face. “I can’t stay here.”
    “Yes you can.” He shut the door and advanced on her. “He wasn’t telling you so you’d leave, he was telling you to warn you.”
    She backed up a step, and her spine came up against the wall. Her heart hammered against her ribs as he crowded her personal space, not stopping until he stood inches from her.
    With slow deliberation he lifted his hands and placed them on either side of her head, caging her in, his eyes on hers. And just like that, her body cried out for him, aching for his touch, the feel of his mouth on hers.
    “You might not trust anyone, but you’re on my turf now. Nobody puts my family in danger, so cut the bullshit and tell me exactly what’s going on.” He paused a beat, his eyes searching hers. “Who do you work for?”
    It wouldn’t cost her anything to tell him that much. “I was hired as a contract agent for the hit by a government agency.”
    “Which agency?” His voice was hard, authoritative.
    “I can’t tell you that.”
    He didn’t say anything for a moment. “Why did they want Salvatori dead?”
    “Because he was an evil piece of shit doing illegal arms trades and sex trafficking. And because he was putting undercover agents at risk by selling information to the enemy here.” Sleeper cell members who would love nothing more than to unleash hell on American soil.
    “What’s a Valkyrie?”
    No way she was answering that. Time was ticking. She’d told him enough, wanted to stop him from asking any more questions. He was so close, the heat from his body sank into hers…
    Desire burned in his gaze along with the anger. A desire she could use to her advantage, though that seemed distasteful now.
    Trinity set her hands on his shoulders. Those hard, warm muscles bunched beneath her palms, setting off a burst of heat inside her. She looked down at his mouth, deliberately parted her lips in a practiced move designed to draw his attention there.
    His dark gaze heated,