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I step up to Wyatt and thrust my hand out.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve been following you for ages.”
“It’s my pleasure too, young man,” Wyatt says, giving me the most limp wristed handshake I’ve ever experienced.
“Finding a person of your caliber is a tall Order.”
I carefully study his reaction. Or should I say, the lack thereof. He just continues smiling and giving me that weak hand shake. Either he’s got nerves of steel, or he’s just a drugged out fading movie auteur with too much time on his hands.
I keep going, trying to get more out of him, but Wyatt is easily distracted. He straight up wanders off, going to stare through one of the windows at a man eating fire by the pool.
We hang out in the game room for a while but Wyatt never does anything that makes me connect him with the Aegis Order.
There’s a damn good chance that someone affiliated with the Order is at this party. Right here, right now. But Wyatt isn’t going to give me anything tonight, and more aggressive interrogative measures will only get us noticed, and likely spook our quarry into a disappearing act before we even get close.
There are other ways to find the Order. Harlowe might find something, Malloy is keeping his ear to the ground. I still haven’t exhausted all of my resources from my days in intelligence.
I am not giving up yet, but I am giving up on this party. Frustrated, I take Charlotte's hand.
“You want to get out of here?”
She nods, giving Wyatt one last look.
“I wish we could have found something useful. I guess this has all been a huge waste of our time.”
I shrug. “I don’t know about that, Sunshine. I got to see you in that dress, so that’s a win.”
Charlotte stops, and her hand slips out of mine. Her brown eyes stare widely into my own.
Did I just go too far?
9
CHARLOTTE
Tingles rush all over my skin. Unless I misheard, Grayson said the flirtiest thing he’s uttered to me so far.
As thrilled as I might feel, I try to manage expectations. Mostly my own.
“Oh stop it.”
I wave him off and let out a nervous laugh.
“A man like you, Mr. CIA black ops, would never be into a woman like me.”
He tilts his head to the side, his silver-gray eyes penetrating me to the core. I feel like I have no secrets with him. I feel even more like I don’t want any. Not with Grayson.
“Why don’t you think I could be into you, Charlotte?”
His tongue caresses my name, massaging every syllable. The low, growly quality of his voice sends a shiver through my entire body.
“Oh come on, we’re just too different, Grayson. Just look at us for a second. I look like a trendy fashionista, and you’re all tattoos and muscles.”
“Differences are what makes sparks, Charlotte.”
His eyes smolder like twin flames in the half-light. I suppress another shiver as he opens the door for me. I start climbing into the Jeep. His hand rests on the small of my back, giving me a little assistance up. I can’t suppress the shiver this time.
Grayson closes the door, his hands lingering on the metal. His gaze remains locked on me as he walks around the front of the Jeep and gets in behind the wheel.
