She caught her breath and glanced urgently at the two detectives. "Was anyone hurt? Was anyone shot?"

Gibbs shook his head. "There were a few minor injuries from the flying gla.s.s. A twisted ankle from tripping as someone ran from the scene. But no one was shot."

"Thank G.o.d," Eden breathed.

An urgent knock sounded at the door followed by a distinctive bellow. "Eden! It's Dad."

Relief surged through her veins and she bolted from the sofa only to be restrained by Micah.

"David will answer. You stay put."

Eden simmered with frustration as David went to the door. As soon as her father and brothers entered, she shoved Micah away and flew across the room and into her father's arms.

"Eden, thank G.o.d you're all right," her father whispered against her ear.

"Thank you for coming so quickly," she said fervently. "I'm so glad y'all are here."

She was pa.s.sed then to Raid, who swallowed her up in a bear hug, and then to Ryker, who held her every bit as tightly.

"You scared us, honey," Raid said when Ryker finally let her go.

Eddie looked past Eden to the two detectives and scowled. "What's going on here?"

Eden took his hand and dragged him toward the waiting detectives.

"Daddy, this is Detective Gibbs and his partner, Detective Barnes. They're questioning me about the shooting."

"Have you made an arrest? What the h.e.l.l happened today?" Eddie barked.

"We're still in the preliminary stage of the investigation, sir," Gibbs said in a steady voice. "We're interviewing eyewitnesses, trying to put the pieces together."

"Do you know anything at this point?" Raid asked.

"You the cop?" Barnes asked.

Raid nodded.

"All we know is that the shots were fired at a downward trajectory, not street level. We dug one of the bullets out of the concrete and the angle puts it in the eight- to nine-story level, so we're checking the hotel across the street and doing a sweep of floors five to eleven. So far nothing has turned up, but we're reviewing the hotel records of all persons staying on those floors," Barnes supplied.

"Sniper?" Ryker asked.

"Looks to be," Gibbs said grimly. "There's evidence that only four shots were fired, but we can't be certain. We've done a thorough search of all the rooms that faced the street and found no casings, so it's likely the shooter cleaned up after himself. We're dusting for fingerprints but unless we get lucky, this will likely take some time."

"Are you through with my daughter?" Eddie demanded. "She looks exhausted. Have you been questioning her all d.a.m.n afternoon?"

Color scoured Barnes's cheeks. "It's procedure, sir."

"I'm all right, Daddy," Eden said in a low voice.

"No, you're not," Raid denied.

"They've been here several hours," Micah said. "I'd say they're done."

Gibbs sighed. "We've got all we can get for now."

"Is she free to go?" Eddie asked.

Barnes lifted an eyebrow. "You in a hurry?"

Eddie shot him a glare that would shrivel most men. It was a look Eden didn't often see, but it would certainly intimidate her. Gibbs and Barnes weren't unaffected. Barnes shifted uneasily before dropping his gaze.

"I have another shoot," Eden said quietly. "Day after tomorrow. I have to leave tomorrow. It's important. The biggest of my career."

Her father and brothers exchanged uneasy glances but kept silent.

"Leave me your contact numbers in case we have further questions," Gibbs said. "We'll notify you if we make an arrest, of course."

Eden supplied her cell number, as did Micah and David. Then the detectives took their leave with a promise to keep them updated on the progress.

When the door closed behind them, Eden sagged onto the couch and closed her eyes. Raid and her father immediately sat on either side of her, and her father pulled her into his arms again. He trembled against her and she realized just how terrified he'd been. That made two of them.

It hadn't really sunk in just how close she'd come to death until afterward, when the detectives arrived close on the heels of Micah's call to them. She'd shaken for the entire first hour of questioning.

"I'm so glad you came," Eden said. "I was so scared, but you're here now and I'm all right."

Her father pulled away and framed her shoulders in his big hands. "I have some people coming, baby."

Her brow furrowed. "What people and why?"

"They're the best, or so Ryker informs me. I'm bringing them in to see to your protection for this next shoot."

Her mouth dropped open. "But what about David and Micah? That's what they're here for. And they did. They got me out and to safety. Why do we need more?"

Her father's features were implacable. "You almost died today, Eden. There will be no arguments. I want them around you at all times. David and Micah can take a well-earned break."

"But, Daddy . . ."

"He's right, Eden," Raid chimed in.

Eden glanced up at Ryker, her eyes pleading, but he looked as resolved as Raid and her father.

"They're the best at what they do," Ryker said, his jaw tight. "There's no way in h.e.l.l you're going to that shoot without them. I know it's important to you, otherwise we'd have you home and under constant guard and f.u.c.k your career."

Heat washed over her face and anger surged. They were ganging up on her. Making decisions for her. She was a grown woman and she certainly had a right to make her own choices.

"They're right, Eden," Micah said.

She groaned. "G.o.d, not you too."

"You almost died today," David said. "If these people your father is bringing in are the best, then that's what you need. No one wants you dead."

"You're all making a pretty huge leap here," she pointed out. "From all appearances this is some random shooting and I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Any one of those pedestrians could have been killed. Not just me."

She saw a flicker in her father's eye but it was gone just as quickly, resolve tightening his features.

"I'm not willing to take chances with your safety," he said. "Placate me, Eden. Because I'm about this close to hauling you home and telling your agent to call off the whole d.a.m.n thing."

In the end it wasn't the threats that swayed her. When she looked at her father and brothers she saw stark fear in their eyes. And worry. She knew they wouldn't be swayed and if she refused the additional security, she had no doubt her father would make good on his threat to take her home and keep her under lock and key for as long as it took.

She sighed, ma.s.saging her forehead with her fingers, fatigue settling into her bones.

"You're tired, baby," Raid said. "Will you try to lie down and get some rest until the Kellys show up? They're on their way now and we need to make plans since you're leaving tomorrow evening for Paris."

David held out the prescription bottle the hotel physician had prescribed when he'd come by to examine Eden hours earlier. "Take it. You need the rest," he said bluntly.

The room was swimming in testosterone already. She shuddered to think how bad it would be when whoever her father had hired showed up.

Micah shoved a water bottle into her hand and then Raid propelled her to her feet and toward the bedroom area of the suite.

"I hate it when the men in my life handle me," she grumbled once Raid shut the door behind them.

Raid pulled her into his arms and hugged her fiercely. "We're scared, baby. Humor us, please? You have no idea what that call did to Dad. It will make him feel better to know you have the best at your back."

"You totally did that on purpose," she accused.

Raid pulled back, an innocent look on his face. "Did what?"

"You know d.a.m.n well what," she said in disgust. "You're using Dad against me."

"Is it working?"

"Yes. d.a.m.n it."

He grinned and kissed her forehead. "Take your medicine and get some sleep, okay?"

"Whatever, big brother. But payback's a b.i.t.c.h."

"It will make Ryker and me feel much better too," he said, his expression growing serious once more.

She sighed. "I agreed, so lay off the guilt trip."

"We worry about you, baby. We love you and never want anything to happen to you."

"I love y'all too," she returned. "Now shoo so I can tackle that bed. I'm about to drop."

"Not until I see you take the pill," he said pointedly.

To emphasize his point, he crossed his arms and stared expectantly at her.

"You're all a bunch of tyrants," she muttered. But she did as he ordered and swallowed the bitter-tasting pill with a grimace. "There. Happy?"

"Yes," he said, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

"Wake me when whoever gets here, okay?"

He nodded.

"Promise me," she pressed. "I'd at least like to be present when my future is decided."

He rolled his eyes. "Promise. Now get your a.s.s into bed."

She didn't need much encouragement. She didn't even pull back the covers. She did a face plant on the bed and burrowed her head into the sumptuous down pillow with a sigh.

In the distance she heard the door shut behind her and she closed her eyes, exhaustion taking over.

CHAPTER 7.

JOE parked the SUV toward the back entrance of the hotel and called up for Ryker to come open the door so they didn't trek through the lobby with their a.r.s.enal of weapons. Seconds later, Ryker opened the door and motioned them out of the vehicle.

They hurried inside, Ryker quickly shaking Joe's, Nathan's and Swanny's hands.

"Thanks for coming so quickly," Ryker said as they climbed the stairs.

"No problem," Joe returned.

"Eden's resting, which is good," Ryker said as they walked out of the stairwell and into the hallway. "Dad is determined that she not know what's going on, or at least not everything. Not saying I agree, but we're doing this his way. He'll give you the info you need so we can act accordingly."

He stopped outside a hotel room door and inserted the key card. He pushed it open and motioned the others inside.

Swanny's gaze swept over the interior, noting an older man he a.s.sumed was Eddie Sinclair and a younger man who must be Ryker's older brother, Raid.

Eddie met them halfway, his hand extended to shake theirs as introductions were performed.

Once they were all seated, Eddie leaned forward in his chair and kept his voice low. He glanced toward a closed door where Swanny a.s.sumed Eden was sleeping.

"As far as Eden knows, the shooting was random," Eddie said in hushed tones. "But I know differently. Just before the shooting took place, I received a threat. It's a long, convoluted story. It's . . . revenge."

Swanny's eyebrow rose and Joe frowned. "Care to elaborate? Do you know the source of the threat?"

Eddie ran a hand through his hair, his eyes dark with worry. "Years ago when I was in a black ops group, we had a mission that was totally FUBAR. We were supposed to take out Raul Sanchez, a big player in drugs and arms trafficking, with human trafficking as a strong secondary contender. He had his hands in just about everything. We finally got our opportunity. His daughter's birthday."