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Persy nodded. “I’ll go and get my go-bag and laptop backpack. I should be ready to leave in one minute.”
Casper’s brows rose over mocking brown eyes. “You seem to have no problem managing to hack into my system okay with just your cell phone when you stood guard outside the Batcave all day today.”
Warmth entered her cheeks as she admitted, “I’ve dropped my own coding into your system. It allows me easy access to your files.”
He gave a rueful shake of his head. “I think instead of being rivals, we should probably team up. At least on this case.”
“It was never my intention to be your rival.”
“Felt like it.”
It made sense for them to work together, even if Persy would rather be out physically looking for Martyna than shut up in a room, the Batcave, with Casper.
She would be lying if she didn’t inwardly admit that kissing Casper was something she could very easily become addicted to. No one had ever affected her as deeply, or readily, as he did.
Even now, she could feel the hungry pressure of his lips claiming hers, every dip and curve of his muscular body molding against hers. A body he obviously kept toned despite spending hours working on a keyboard behind multiple computer screens.
But this situation was far bigger than her inconvenient attraction to Casper.
She nodded. “I’m okay with that if the rest of your family agrees.”
Amusement glittered in his eyes. “They’ll agree.”
Her brows rose. “Even after what I’ve done?”
“Yes.”
“You sound very certain of that.”
“What I’m very certain of is that my family is well aware of my attraction to you and that they will enjoy watching me squirm because we’re going to be working in such close proximity for hours on end. Or do I mean, without end…” He winced at his own discomfort.
She swallowed. “Your family know you’re attracted to me…?”
He nodded. “From the moment I first looked at you and then proceeded to behave like a complete and arrogant arse.”
She bit her lip to hold back a smile. “I wouldn’t say a complete arse…”
Casper chuckled at her obvious sarcasm. “Get your bags, Persephone.” He sobered. “We need to start our search for Martyna sooner rather than later.”
* * *
A search which, to Casper’s frustration and despite the two of them spending the next four hours online, yielded absolutely no leads regarding Martyna’s whereabouts.
The rest of the men in his family were either physically out searching for Martyna or somewhere else in the house doing their own research into the Polish woman.
So far, none of them had found a single sighting of Martyna after she left Persy’s apartment.
None of the security cameras at the apartment building had recorded Martyna leaving—Casper made a mental note to himself to increase the security there before Persy returned—nor was there any footage of Martyna being escorted into Morozov’s apartment or any of the other properties the Russian owned in London.
It was as if the woman had disappeared off the face of the earth.
Which was concerning in itself.
Casper didn’t like to admit failure, but he was also aware they were on a time schedule that wasn’t their own. Because of that, on Casper’s advice, Sinclair had called Vadim Morozov and arranged to go to the other man’s house the following morning to give the Russian a report on their progress so far.
There would need to be a lot of improvisation in that report!
Casper wisely kept any “I told you so” comments to himself regarding having explained this was precisely the reason they had maintained that avenue of contact with Morozov.
