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Falcone and his partner, Gia Bennet, were currently wrapping up a lead on a suspected tie between Harvey Stanhope and Gregory Santiago. The private security investigator and his partner made up one of the teams Shane was considering for the international security firm he and Sebastian were putting together.
“Whoever it is, isn’t wasting time. They have access to the house and the club, and they mean to destroy her, one way or the other. Send the names of the staff here to Khalid; let him run them against membership, see what we come up with.”
By the sound of his voice, like Sebastian he wasn’t expecting any matches.
“Someone’s very, very stupid,” Shane said, his lips barely moving, ensuring no one could follow the conversation. “If they knew what they were doing, they wouldn’t have come after ’Lyssa like this.”
If they knew what they were doing, then they would have checked out those surrounding Alyssa. They would have checked his and Shane’s backgrounds and at least suspected there was more to them than meets the eye. Because damned sure, they weren’t aware that Alyssa’s lovers were far more deadly than they appeared. And the two showing up in the next twenty-four hours were guaranteed to fuck someone’s shit up. And they wouldn’t even know it until it was far, far too late.
21
Sebastian was waiting for her alone as she entered her room after showering. Thankfully, her living suite hadn’t been affected, even by the smoke. The renovations made to it two years before had given her complete separation from the office and secured the other rooms from intrusion.
Probably to talk to those contacts he had at the CIA.
The CIA. She was still astounded. Why hadn’t she suspected in Barcelona?
“What do you need, Sebastian?” she asked, her insides still shaking from the earlier attempt to decimate her body parts by whoever planted that explosive.
“To check on you, love,” he answered from where he sat on the padded bench at the end of her bed. “You’ve not exactly had a chance to catch your breath lately, have you?”
“Oh, it’s just been fun and games,” she assured him. “Fun and games.”
Yeah, right. How long had it been since she’d had the freedom for any kind of fun, let alone games? Oh yeah, right. Eight years. And they’d all paid for that one hadn’t they?
“When do you get to have fun and games then, sweets?” he asked softly then.
Eight years ago, she repeated silently. Eight long, pain-filled years ago.
“When I have time.” She watched as he began to unbutton his shirt, her insides melting at the thought of the pleasure to come.
The snow-wh
ite dress shirt made his dark Spanish flesh seem all the more appealing. His dark eyes watched her with wicked lust and a deepening emotion that made her chest ache.
“And do you have time very often?” He approached her slowly, the lean, powerful muscles of his chest coming into view as the last button slipped free.
Pulling the material from his shoulders, he dropped it negligently to the back of a nearby chair.
Alyssa’s insides were shaking. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to draw enough air into her lungs now. Her lips parted; her knees grew weak. She tried to tell herself the reaction was a result of too many long, sleepless nights. That excuse was laughable.
She knew better. It wasn’t the weariness; it was Sebastian, Shane, both. Whichever touched her, however they touched her. Whether they were together or apart, their effect on her was the same.
“You didn’t answer me.” Stopping in front of her, he lifted one hand, his fingers curving around the back of her neck. “Do you have time for fun and games very often?”
“I make time.” She was such a liar. Evidently she’d learned more in observing the political bullshit on a daily basis than she’d meant to. The small spurt of amusement she felt at the thought almost had the corners of her lips tugging into a smile.
Who could suspect that the sweetly honest young woman he’d known in Spain could actually force such lies past her pretty lips? Not that she could do so without giving herself away, but he was surprised she kept trying.
“And you’re making time for me now,” he said, hiding the knowing amusement that filled him. “I feel very honored that you’ve fit me into your busy schedule.”
“You should, all things considered.” Her breathing was so hard, her heart racing so fast, that Sebastian wondered if they would both expire from lack of oxygen before the night was over.
Her gray eyes darkened as he rubbed at the back of her neck with the tips of his fingers, his head lowering to brush a whisper of a kiss at her shoulder.
Poor little sweet. Their return to her life hadn’t exactly been peaceful, had it?
“And I assure you, love, I do consider all things,” he said, the feel of her fingers moving timidly against his chest making it difficult to ensure he paid attention to each nuance of the woman he and Shane had despaired of ever touching again.
