She hadn’t shot him.
It was a start.
He glanced at the locker key in his hand and his thoughts drifted back to the agent. Toni was exactly as he remembered. Feisty as hell, and their quick banter sent him right back to that moon they’d been stranded on together, like no time at all had passed. She’d hidden any surprise at seeing him, hiding as she always did behind those damned shades. And lounging in that chair had not hidden her right hand, which had hovered over her pistol the entire time they’d spoken. He was still shocked she’d asked for his help. She made no reference to their last time together and had not asked why he’d left her behind. It was like their past had never happened.
He peered around the endless locker bay and bit back a sigh. Lockers of every conceivable size covere
