Storm and Philip had arranged a time and location to meet, and after instructing the men and posting guards, she and Tanin were about to leave for the appointed meeting. “I want to go,” Burke said, approaching Storm as she tucked her dirk into its sheath at her waist. “It’s not necessary.” “Not to you, but to me it is, and besides, you’ve ordered us to stay put until you speak with Philip. What else is there for me to do?” She reiterated her order. “Stay put.” “No.” His stance was as adamant as his declaration. His legs were spread, his boots dug in, and his hands rested firmly on his hips. He did not intend to be denied his request, and Storm couldn’t blame him. If it had been her brother, she’d make certain to be along every step of the way. “I’ll follow whatever orders you give.” He winced. “Let me rescind that. I’ll follow any orders that don’t involve causing you pain.” “At least you’re honest.” “And always will be,” he confirmed with a sharp nod.
