“You going to hand her over to Jenkins?” Torres asked, leaning against the wall next to me. “Every instinct tells me not to,” I said quietly. “But at least he’d treat her as just another detail.” “Just another mission.” Torres nodded. “Solid point.” Jenkins wouldn’t spare a single glance for her eyes, her smile, her curves. He’d be 100 percent focused. “She’ll be safer with me.” “Because you’re in love with her?” Torres questioned. I shook my head. “Because Jenkins isn’t willing to die for her.”
