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She let the conversation between the men drift around her, but she was very aware the moment Cam’s arm slid around her and he pulled her closer to him. He did it comfortably, easily, almost as though he wasn’t thinking about it as he listened to whatever Ian was telling him. Something about zoning laws and checking out problems with them.
She had to admit, she was paying even less attention now than she had been earlier. As he talked, his hand played at her hip, stroking it through her dress, the pads of his fingers moving in little circular motions that were destructive to her thought processes.
There were no thought processes when Cam was touching her. It was like autopilot hit the brain, and her hormones took control of her body.
She wanted to lean into him, feel him against her and over her. She couldn’t get enough of him. No matter how often he took her, or how sated he left her. She always wanted more.
The limo pulled into the underground parking garage beneath Cam and Chase’s home. After he parked the car, the chauffer jumped out and opened the back door.
Jaci said her good nights to Courtney and Ian, then, once again walking between Chase and Cam, moved away from the vehicle.
That was odd. They had done that all night long, keeping her securely between them.
“You two want to tell me what’s going on?” she asked as Chase locked the door behind them and set the security.
“With what?” Cam asked innocently.
“With the whole keep-Jaci-between-you thing. ” She waved toward them to emphasize exactly how they had done that throughout the evening.
A smile curled at his lips—sexy, and diabolically sensual.
“I can’t believe you had to ask that question,” Chase injected with a chuckle.
A flush washed beneath her cheeks, heating her face.
“Chase, you’re a pain,” she told him, moving through the house.
“Duly noted,” Cam replied. “Why don’t you go on to bed, Jaci. Chase and I have a few things we have to take of for Ian tonight, so I might be a little late. ”
She stopped on her way to the bedroom. She had visions of comfortable clothes in her mind, and maybe a few hours in front of the television with Cam. She enjoyed those hours they spent together and she would miss it tonight. There was something in his voice that warned her, though, a vague suspicion that he wasn’t being totally honest with her.
She turned and stared back at him silently, letting her gaze take in both men, comparing their expressions. She had to restrain the shiver that would have rippled over her. They looked dangerous. And they looked like men eager to ditch the little woman, to do whatever it was they had to do.
She wanted to roll her eyes at them. “Go play. ” She waved her hand over her shoulder as she headed for the bedroom. “I’ll have fun here all by my lonesome. I’m good at that. ”
They watched her until she disappeared into the bedroom; she could feel their eyes on her, caressing her, intensity and male impatience swirling through the air to wrap around her.
“She’s going to drive me to drink,” Cam murmured, once Jaci disappeared around the heavy screen that surrounded the bedroom.
“She’s chilling you out. ” Chase clapped him on the shoulder as he headed for the stairs. “Come on, let’s see if any of my contacts have made any progress in the past few hours. I’m sick of dealing with those two. ”
Those two. The Robertses. If Chase thought he was sick of dealing with this shit, then he should be sitting in Cam’s place, waiting for the other shoe to drop. There were times when he could stare at Jaci and see her mind working. He could almost feel her gearing herself up to face the congressman and his wife, and that he couldn’t allow. There was something about the Robertses that set off every warning instinct he possessed. He just couldn’t figure out what it was.
Rumors were they were into BDSM with their little secretary. But those rumors were unsubstantiated, and no more than giggling little tales told by a few women during their little ladies’-only cocktail parties.
As he followed Chase up the stairs to their office, he had to fight back the impulse to return downstairs and demand answers from her. Not that demanding jack shit worked with Jaci. She stared back at him with that redhead temper in her eyes and that stubborn chin of hers lifted. And then she would drive him crazy with her smart-assed little comments and her declarations that he give as good as he demanded.
He couldn’t frighten her into telling him the truth, and he damned sure couldn’t seduce it out of her. For some reason, those games just smacked of foul play with him. He didn’t want games between them, he wanted trust. And he knew that was the crux of the entire matter. Because Jaci wanted the same thing from him.
“I put the files together before we left earlier,” Chase said, as they sat down at their separate computers. “England, Italy, and New York. I also found another reference in Cancún. She was there on vacation. Left early when her dad got sick about a year and a half ago. The night she left, there was a hit-and-run on another guest of the resort. Auburn hair, about Jaci’s build. ” He pulled up the picture of the tourist. She would have resembled Jaci in the dark. “We missed this in the first investigation. We were just looking at her, rather than at any strange occurrences revolving around her. ”
“Have you managed to pinpoint a suspect?” Cam stared at the picture of the tourist that had nearly died during her vacation, simply because she looked like Jaci.
“Nothing and no one. ” Chase shook his head at the question. “If you’re right about her having a connection to Moriah, then the only time it could have occurred was the time she was at the Brockheim cabin. Moriah was supposedly on vacation in the south of France, but there are no records of her, there or anywhere else. ”
Cam breathed in deeply. “What does Moriah have to do with this?”
Chase snorted. “Coconspirator. Whatever Jaci is up to, Moriah is most likely right there beside her. ”
