Under Pressure. Kira Sinclair
“Ms. Duchane, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how valuable our time is. Every minute we sit idle costs the company money. No one is going to be happy about this. Our entire show revolves around that man.” He pointed out the door.
“I’ll fix this.”
“You better. No one at Naughton Media was thrilled when your brother backed out.”
Yeah, neither was she, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.
“I have just as much invested in this as you do, Daniel.” Maybe more since her entire future hinged on this going well. If the documentary faltered her position in Seattle could be in jeopardy.
Kennedy pulled in some much-needed oxygen, hoping it would settle her own jangling nerves.
“Look, I just need a little time to figure out what’s going on.” Turning fully toward him, she placed her hand on his arm and pressed into his personal space. It was a calculated tactic, but one she didn’t feel a smidge of remorse for employing.
She’d do whatever she had to in order to fix this.
“It isn’t like you can just pack up and leave.”
She realized maybe those weren’t the best words she could have chosen when Daniel’s mouth went tight.
“I’ll take care of it,” she promised again.
She didn’t wait for Daniel to react before pushing through the people clustered at the doorway.
She stood in the hallway for several seconds, scrolling through a list of places in her head that Asher could have disappeared to. His room was a logical choice, but he’d realize that and probably avoid it. There was the upper deck, but it wouldn’t provide much in the way of privacy. The captain was in the wheelhouse steering the Amphitrite. The galley and mess were rejected pretty much before she’d thought of them because everyone went there when they had time off.
Where would he go?
In a flash, it hit her. When Jackson was frustrated, he turned to the water. When Knox needed to clear his head, he took his car out on to the open road. On more than one occasion she’d found Asher in an empty office at Trident, the guts of several guns spread out across the desk as he painstakingly cleaned each one.
The only problem was empty space was at a premium. Luckily, she knew a little secret.
Instead of heading toward the open deck, Kennedy strode farther down the hall, away from the fresh air and light. Down a tight set of stairs at the back of the hallway.
The noise of the engines rumbled louder and louder, but she ignored it. The vibration running through her chest was more difficult to dismiss.
The space was dark and damp and uncomfortably warm from the combination of tropical heat and running engines. Her clothes began to cling to her skin.
There was a small room that most people didn’t even know was down here. They stored spare parts for the ship, tools, equipment that was rarely used.
And a small table she’d never understood the need for. She did now.
Jerking open the door, she was pleased when her hunch proved correct. Asher didn’t even look up as he continued to break apart the piece in his hands.
She couldn’t help but watch his dexterous fingers sliding across the smooth metal with authority and familiarity.
What would those hands feel like on her skin?
Kennedy pushed the question away, refusing to acknowledge that it even existed.
“What the hell happened back there?” she asked.
His hot gaze flicked up to hers for a brief moment before dropping back to his task.
At least he didn’t try to pretend he had no clue what she was talking about...he simply ignored her. Kennedy thought maybe that was worse.
Her temper flared, which wasn’t anything new with this man. There was something about Asher that got under her skin, pulled a reaction from her that seemed too big to control.
What was it about him that drew her in even as she realized the only result would be pain, irritation and probably humiliation?
Today, she’d had enough.
Stalking forward, Kennedy stopped on the opposite side of the table from him. Without hesitation, she leaned over and snatched the gun out of his hand.
He reached after her, trying to grab it back. She might be small, but she was quick, and the table stood between them.
“Give that back,” he growled. “You could hurt yourself.”
“Please.” To prove her point, Kennedy studied the weapon for a moment, scooped up the missing parts from the table and quickly reassembled the piece.
She had to admit, his stunned, slack-jawed expression left her feeling rather smug.
“Do you really think my brother would let his little sister go without marksman lessons? I’ve been going to the shooting range with my dad and Jackson since I was in pigtails. I know my way around a weapon, soldier.”
For the first time in their abbreviated history, Kennedy felt as if she had Asher off-kilter. It was a heady experience. One that made her a little bolder than she normally would have been.
Skirting around the table, she stepped closer to him. She blindly set the gun on the flat surface behind her.
“Now that we have the distractions out of the way, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”
His bright green eyes flashed, reminding her of cool spring forests and the scent of pine needles crushed underfoot. “The distractions are far from out of the way.”
For a second she thought his gaze caught and held on her mouth. But that couldn’t be right. And he obviously hadn’t meant his words the way her libido wanted to take them.
Maybe this was a bad idea. Her brain told her she needed to turn away and walk out the door. But she didn’t. Couldn’t. Kennedy stared up at him, her throat tight and heart hammering against her ribs for some unfathomable reason.
She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t even angry, not really. But her entire body was energized. Alive.
She always felt this way around Asher. It was exhilarating, not to mention exceedingly frustrating, considering on most days she wasn’t even certain she liked the man. Apparently, her body didn’t seem to care.
At his sides, Asher’s fingers flexed, curling into tight fists before relaxing and curling again.
“Ash,” she said in a calm, even voice. “I’m here to help, but I can’t do that if you’re not straight with me.”
He looked away. The edge of his jaw ticked.
“I told you already I can’t do this.”
She laughed. She didn’t mean to, but it escaped before she could help herself.
“This isn’t f-funny,” he growled.
No, she didn’t think it was, either. “You’re one of the most capable men I’ve ever met, Asher. It’s no secret that you and I rub each other the wrong way.”
His fists flexed again, his body looming a little closer.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m blind or can’t appreciate what you bring to the team. I honestly don’t think there’s any problem you couldn’t tackle. Anyone you couldn’t charm. You’re abrasive and irreverent, but even that can be endearing because it means you’re honest and forthright.”
Her own words were revving the exasperation simmering beneath her surface. Why the hell was he balking?
“So, I’m basically calling bullshit. You can do this. You just don’t want to, and I can’t