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“No, baby, I memorized that shit. It was seeing you naked while hilariously telling me you’d broken three toes that had me losing my head. Which was oddly specific but I couldn’t call you out on that because I was distracted by your sweet body. Then you gave me a two-minute warning your death was imminent, so I was more concerned with performing lifesaving measures than I was finding a condom. Though, it might make me sound like a complete asshole, but watching you lick my come off your lips was worth breaking the rules. Adding to that, we’ll be doing that again and often.”

I felt her eyes on me but didn’t take mine off the road. My focus was already shit. If I glanced over at her and saw the barest hint she was turned on, Zane’s employee handbook would be the least of my worries. I’d be facing criminal indecent exposure when I pulled over and fucked her in the back of the company SUV.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“Wake up, Dee Dee.” I heard Jonas call while at the same time I felt his knuckles trace my jaw.

“Shit, sorry,” I mumbled, and opened my eyes. “I’m the worst partner ever.”

“If I needed you, I would’ve woken you up.”

We were back at the farm. The whole day had been a total bust.

Lou Peterson and his wife were dead, and before Zane could get someone to their house to search it, a neighbor had called nine-one-one to report possible gunshots. The cops being there meant Jameson and Holden couldn’t get close to the house. And someone had wiped the security footage. Not only the Petersons’ but the whole street’s. Not surprisingly, the Petersons’ footage was stored on Delcon’s servers as were two other houses. But the other five houses on the street were not.

The unforeseen twist was that Lou’s driver, Les Stevenson, was also found dead inside the Petersons’ house.

By the time Theo and Easton had made it to the White residence, Karen and her husband were gone. Not gone as in dead, gone as in packed their bags and bailed.

The only sliver of good news was Jonas was able to follow the Mercedes to a house in a neighborhood not far from CIA headquarters. The problem was, there was no way for us to sit on the house without being noticed. But we had an address—that was the only win for the day.

“Maybe I should drive next time,” I told him as I unbuckled my seat belt. “I can’t fall asleep if I’m behind the wheel.”

“I told you, if I needed you I would’ve woken you up. It’s all good.”

Me falling asleep didn’t feel good; it felt like incompetence and the last thing I wanted Jonas to think was that I was incapable of doing my job.

“I should’ve⁠—”

“Baby,” he cut me off. “I plan on keeping you up tonight, so it’s a good thing you got in a nap.”

I really wanted details on his plan to keep me up late. But when the front door swung open and Lore stepped out onto the porch wearing an expression like thunder, I decided now was not the best time to press for sexy-time particulars.

“Since Cash isn’t back yet, my money’s on Zane pissing her off,” Jonas reasoned.

“Nebraska seemed pretty annoyed with Lore before we left,” I noted.

“That’s not the face of two friends bickering or even fighting. That’s the face of a woman who is supremely pissed at a man.”

I tracked Lore with my eyes and decided he wasn’t wrong.

“It’s funny you can tell the difference.”

“Pissed enough women off to know.”

That surprised me. Jonas seemed way too laid back to push anyone to extreme anger, especially a woman. No, not just a woman—he’d said women.

“I like that that surprises you,” he went on.

“Why do you think I’m surprised?”

“Because if you weren’t, you’d have a flippant comeback. Also when something takes you off-guard, you take a moment to process. You don’t go off half-cocked or make assumptions, nor do you jump the gun because you’re ready to be offended. Says a lot about you.”

That was a nice thing to say. But not always the truth.

“Well, are you gonna give me some examples of how you’ve pissed off women?”

“Baby.”