Free Ricochet by Cherry Adair

on board a ship half a world away to fucking impress you, but in fact, plops you into the lap of not just a terrorist, but a group of terrorists whose leader is number one on half a dozen countries’ fucking watch lists!”
    “Stop Gray. He didn’t know they were terrorists.” Man, she was so not up to sparring with Grayson right now. She needed all her cylinders firing at full throttle to keep up with him as it was.
    No way to measure her blood sugar since everything she owned was at the bottom of the South Pacific. But if her blurry vision and other symptoms were any indication, it was low.
    “He’s a criminal , Hannah. He stole the Moms’ life savings, and more. The buy in for investors was ten mil a piece- What? You weren’t aware of the full amount?”
    “You must be mistaken. Provenance Inc. is doing well, really well, but they didn’t have that kind of money. I estimated he took somewhere in the region of five million.”
    “Well then he stole the rest from someone else.” Grayson said grimly. “We’ll know after he’s been questioned. Make no mistake, he will be prosecuted, and there’s a damn good chance he’ll spend some formative years behind bars. If nothing else, this should put the fear of God into him, and teach him not to fucking steal, especially from his own family.”
    “That horse bolted out of the stable a long time ago,” Hannah said dryly, really wanting to sit down now. Colton had to be punished, but she just wanted to get through the next few hours before she had the reality check that her friend not only deserved to go to jail, but that she’d be the one pressing charges.
    Gray stopped to talk to a short, muscular, redhead She recognized most of the men she’d seen on board Stone’s Throw . Two of the three men who’d given the impressive presentation about the hotel complex; Elijah Sorenson and William Deeks were each being questioned by several black-clad T-FLAC men, fifty feet apart. They both had their hands cuffed behind their backs, and some sort of hobble around their ankles. By their identical expressions, they were clearly pissed off and uncooperative.
    A dozen crewmembers, dressed in shorts and white shirts with Stone’s Throw insignias on the breast pocket, were similarly cobbled. They all looked unhappy and scared as they were individually questioned in various parts of the hangar.
    Hannah shivered, rubbing her upper arms briskly against the chill. She wanted Gray’s arms around her. Or a big fluffy blanket. No blanket in sight, and of course he didn’t touch her. Maybe it was better he didn’t.
    “Copy that. Tell him he’s on his own in this clusterfuck. Kyatta and Bren Edde to me. Out.” he said with ill suppressed anger to whoever was talking to him in his earpiece. “Colton’s asking for you,” he told her, the anger still a dark thread in his voice.
    “I have absolutely no desire to see him. Ever, as a matter of fact. That’s probably going to mess up Thanksgiving dinners,” she added dryly as he continued walking, expecting her to catch up, “but I’ll live with that.” She had to practically jog to keep up with Gray’s long strides.
    Hannah knew at any minute another of his men would need him for something, and he’d forget she was there. “What are you going to do with all these people?”
    “Question them here, then transport them to Montana.”
    “Montana?”
    “T-FLAC Headquarters.”
    She pretty much knew they wouldn’t be taking a detour to Chicago to drop her off. She didn’t feel so hot. All she wanted was to get as far away from what was going on, eat, and sleep. She needed to eat. Soon. The adrenaline had worn off, and she was feeling shaky and weak.
    Gray stopped in his tracks, turned and searched her face, then frowned as he cupped her cheek. “You’re cold and clammy.”
    She tilted her head a little so her cheek rested in his warm palm, like a sleepy kitten. “That sounded like an accusation.”
    “Fuck. You gave