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"Khalid? Paranoid?" Oh boy, there was something definitely going on here.
Zach was furious, and that was something he rarely let her see. Propping her hand on her jean-clad hip, she considered each man closely for long moments.
She wasn't going to touch it, she told herself. She had enough problems trying to trail Shayne today without tipping him off. She didn't need more. She didn't have the time to fix whatever problems her fathers had.
"Definitely paranoid," her godfather snapped.
"Most likely not," her father said.
She believed her father. Of the two, it was Joe she could trust to tell her the truth, in most cases, no matter how angry it made her or how desperately he wanted to hide things from her.
Zach, unfortunately, had no problems lying to her if he felt it would protect her, or ensure her happiness. Just as he would have no qualms breaking her heart if he felt it would somehow protect her.
Joe and Zach glared at each other as she considered that, affirming her suspicions.
"It seems to me that the two of you should be more concerned about why a CIA agent is conducting an operation on home ground," she suggested smoothly. "Aren't there rules against that somewhere?"
She wondered exactly how involved her fathers and Khalid were in whatever Shayne was up to today. They hadn't informed her of what he was doing. No one had spoken much at all in the past three days about the attack against her, or how the investigation was going.
She was doing her own homework, though, so it didn't matter. At least Shayne wasn't lying to her, but he was holding back much more than she was comfortable with.
Zach turned away from her. Her father wiped his hand over his face, while Khalid merely leaned against the bar and sipped his drink, as though intrigued by the confrontation.
"There are no CIA operations being conducted on home ground. " Zach turned back to her before glancing at her father. "Are you ready to go, Joe?"
Joe shook his head as he smothered a laugh. "As ready as I'll ever be," he assured the other man before stepping toward Marty. "Come see me sometime, little girl. I miss you. "
He kissed her cheek before winking back at her gently and stepping away from her.
"We both miss her," Zach stated, as he moved to her and kissed her cheek as well before straightening and moving for the door. "Let's go, Joe. I have other things to do today. "
As they left the room, Marty turned back to Khalid and stared at him curiously.
"I'm starting to feel as though you and my fathers are conspiring against me," she told him bluntly. "What do you think?"
"I think you should ask your fathers. " He shrugged. "I wouldn't conspire against you, myself. That gun you carry intimidates me. "
"Intimidates you?" Her lips pursed thoughtfully. "Somehow I doubt that. "
He grinned, a smile that didn't come close to reaching his eyes. His gaze was thoughtful instead.
Setting his drink on the bar, he moved closer to her, his expression evolving from curious to frankly sexual.
"Your luncheon went well?" he asked, as he settled his hand on her hip and slowly eased her closer against him.
Her heart began to pick up speed. "Courtney is as nosy as ever, Alyssa is as quiet as ever, Terrie is certain you're up to something, and Tally wants to know if your bedroom is really filled with silk pillows and wall hangings. "
"And I'm certain you informed her it was?" His head lowered, his lips brushing against her forehead as he whispered the question.
"Actually, I told her we were sleeping in a desert tent in the backyard, and that she should try it sometime. She looked rather intrigued. "
He was manipulating her. She could feel it, and she hated it.
Pulling back, she watched him carefully as she moved out of his embrace.
"What was the meeting with my fathers about?"
She watched him, terrified he would lie to her now.
