Landon tensed. “What kind of situation?” he asked, grabbing a shirt from the back of a chair and pulling it on.
Max stepped fully into the cabin, shutting the door behind him. “Marquez is moving faster than we anticipated. He’s calling in favors, putting a price on both your heads.” His eyes flickered to Daphne. “Especially yours.”
“How much am I worth?” she asked, almost sounding bored but Landon knew she was scared.
“Three million. Dead or alive.” Max’s mouth twitched. “Though I suspect he’d prefer you breathing so he can finish what he started.”
Landon cursed under his breath. “That’s higher than I expected.”
“You flatter me,” Daphne muttered. “I didn’t think I was worth more than one.”
Max snorted, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “You must be something special to piss him
