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Harper decided to press the matter. “Is that going to make Robin feel better? Safer?”
Daar finally turned and met Harper’s gaze. “I do not consider the feelings of others when conducting business. As a result I have made enemies doing what was best for myself and my family. It is regrettable that one of those choices might have led to this morning. Then again, who isn’t to say that this morning I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
Harper furrowed his brow. He might never have a better opening than this. “What is it you do, exactly?”
Daar didn’t move or blink. He was utterly still.
Because he realized his mistake too late?
Harper knew he had a wolf by the ears here and this could get ugly for both of them.
“I could ask you the same question.” Daar tipped his chin up a bit. “You know, I went to admire your work and learned some interesting things about you? I have my questions, but I haven’t asked. It would be a shame if we started prying now, wouldn’t it?”
Shit.
Harper could feel sweat trickling down his back that had nothing to do with the humidity.
“What kind of questions?” he asked, dreading Daar’s next words.
“There are some gentlemen that actually work out of Miami. You’ve done some work with them. Which makes me wonder, given the nature of what they do, what services do you offer?”
What the hell?
Miami.
Who would they have tapped for the cover story out of Miami?
Harper’s phone buzzed.
Daar must have heard it because he glanced at Harper’s hip. “That might be Robin.”
“Maybe,” he agreed and pulled his phone out.
There was a text from Robin, but it was the one from Samuel that mattered.
Thank fuck they were actively monitoring him. Harper wouldn’t know what to say otherwise.
“She’s going out to grab something for a headache,” Harper said then pocketed the phone. He shifted his weight from foot to foot for show then drew the back of his hand across his brow.
“What are you two doing?” Cassim called out.
He must have finally taken a shot he liked.
“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about… You have to. They’re the only ones I’ve worked with.” Harper shook his head as if clearing his thoughts. “Look, my family got in a bad situation and needed money right around the time I got out of the military. I didn’t have the money, so I did a few jobs. Just a few until I had the money my family needed. Then I got out. I swear.”
Daar inclined his head. “Then you understand doing what needs to be done. For family.”
Fuck. How was that an opening?
He turned on his heel and strode away from Harper.
That could have gone worse. Much worse. He blew out a breath and willed his jellied nerves to buck up. They had only begun their game.
He took another swing with the club to work out his frustration.
Daar ambled to Cassim who grabbed his arm.
Curious about what was going on, Harper propped the club on his shoulder and strolled toward the golf tee.
