Shadow Game - Christine Feehan
He's sending his henchman to get the car. This man killed my father.
The warmth suddenly surrounding her was strong. She realized immediately the other men were tapped into the telepathic wave of energy, listening, waiting and ready to strike on her behalf. It made her feel a part of something. When had she gone from being so alone and devastated to belonging?
Does anyone actually use the word "henchman"? Ryland asked.
There was a collective murmur of negatives, a few laughs and snorts of derision.
I'm sorry, honey. The verdict is no one uses that antiquated word.
Antiquated? Her breath nearly stopped in her lungs when she spotted two security guards coming toward them near the end of the long corridor. Should I have used "bad guy"? Would that be more modern? The overload of adrenaline was making her shaky, almost high, but it numbed the pain in her leg, allowing her to function properly.
A few more minutes, Lily, Ryland encouraged her. Your heart is beating too fast. Slow it down.
Another voice broke in. It's the anticipation of seeing us again. She likes me. Gator drawled the words in his Cajun accent.
Lily had to keep from laughing in spite of the dangerous situation. She didn't dare look at Higgens, afraid her expression would give her away. The men were outrageous in their efforts to be reassuring.
I do, Gator. I thought you were so cute when I first saw you. The guards nodded to Higgens as they hurried past.
Changing of the shift. Everyone was tired. Higgens wasn't quite so stupid after all. The guards would not want to see anything unusual. They just wanted to go home to their families and rest.
You don't need to be looking at Gator anymore, Ryland decided. Not if you're thinking he's cute. What the hell is cute anyway?
Not you, Gator pointed out.