“I’m magic, that’s how. So, can you get into it?”
He smiles, almost. It looks kind of unnatural on his normally stern face. Christ, Ghost needs to loosen up. I know these are dire circumstances, but even before everything went to shit, the expression was rare for him.
“I can get into it. It might take a bit of time, but we can try the easy way first.”
“What’s the easy way?” I push past him into the hallway of his home.
With a put-upon sigh, he ushers me into his living room. The place is as sterile and personality-free as I’d expect. Ghost is a perfect name for a man who drifts through life mostly silent and alone.
“We try to guess his password.”
Oh, yeah, that makes sense. They are idiots after all.
“What should we try first?”
I look up to find Ghost watching me with a weird expression. A new expression. I don’t know what it means, and it unnerves me.
“What?” I ask.
“So, you and Rook…” he trails off.
God, here we go. Lecture time. I brace for impact, but his next words surprise me.
“What’s it like? Sharing?”
He says it so quietly I have to strain to hear him.
“Oh, um, I mean… I guess it’s not for everyone. I’ve done it before.”
His eyes widen. “You have?”
“I’ve lived a little, so, yeah. I don’t think Rook has, and Camile certainly hadn’t ever done anything like that before.”
“I know.” His eyes darken. “At least you were gentle with her.”
What. The.Fuck.
“How do you know that?” My voice has turned deadly.
“The cameras in the house, of course.” He taps his foot fast against the floor, and as he continues, his cheeks turn from deathly white, to deathly white with twin spots of color. “I had to go back over the footage, obviously, when the men took Camile and, um, I saw some of it. I mean, I fast forwarded through it, but, yeah, I saw… enough.”
Lying fucker. I can see how mortified he is. Ghostwatched us. Judging from his tapping foot, the way his eyes dart around the room, and the color on his cheeks, Ghost watched, and he liked it.
“You dirty fucker.” I snort a laugh.
Ghost’s eyes meet mine and his gaze turns sharp. “You won’t be laughing when Jack sees it, which he will.”
I shrug. “He clearly already knows what went on. He openly stated that we’d had sex with her.”
Ghost’s lips tighten. “Well, it’s an entirely different thing knowing it, to seeing it, and he’s going to lose his shit.”
“Why would he?”
“Oh, come on. He’s got a hardon for that girl, and I don’t think Jack’s the sharing type.”
Fuck. Panic slams into me. He’s right, of course he’s right, and I knew that, didn’t I? But I chose to ignore it and get myself more deeply involved with her, and now I don’t think I can just shut the lid on it all. “Jack can’t be with her, though, can he? His daughter will lose her mind. Plus, will he even want to, deep down? He never got over his wife, really.”
“I don’t think he’s got any choice. I’ve seen how he looks at her, and you ought to prepare yourself that one day, maybe soon, he’ll claim her, and then he won’t want you, or Rook, or anyone sniffing around.”
