After he street parked, he walked over to her, wrapped her shoulders in his large hands, and murmured, “Idon’tfeel the same, Bella. I’m ten times more attracted to you than you couldeverbe to me.”
GREYSTONE
“That’ll work,”she said as a smile spread across her face.
Together, they walked down the street and into the building. He’d taken a risk by putting himself out there, but she was worth it. His interest in her went beyond another late-night booty call, and she needed to know that.
Once through security, she pulled him aside.
“I’m looking for a room, an empty space where they’d have access to build an explosive,” she murmured. “An area that’s off-limits to employees.”
He appreciated that she was thinking outside the box, but he wasn’t convinced she was right. His problem? He couldn’t wrap his brain around the terrorists even gaining access to these highly secure, government buildings.
As they walked the hall in search of a clue, he thought about the woman by his side.
Caroline Austin wasn’t just someone he trusted when he got into a bind. She was the most complete package he’d ever known. Yes, he found her in intelligent, gorgeous and sexy, but that wasn’t enough. As a child, when his parents would go at it, he’d promise himself he would find someone he genuinely liked. He would respect her, he would have to trust her completely, and he would have towantto spend time with her.
He’d found that in Caroline. She’d turned a simple breakfast into something he’d never forget. Seeing that side of her—the adorable flustered side—made him like her that much more. He wouldn’t have believed she’d gotten that worked up if he hadn’t seen it himself.
He liked the way her nose crinkled when she smiled. He liked her determination, her smarts, and how her eyes looked blue, other times green. But mostly, he liked the way she looked at him. Like she wanted to eat him alive.
He bit back a smile. Tonight, at the club, they were going to have fun. Fun with a capital F.
The morning wore on, their look-see turning into anendless blur of hallways, workspaces, offices, restrooms, and conference rooms.
On the executive floor, they passed a man he recognized.
“Carrera?” Greystone asked.
The man stopped. “Sorry, do I know you?”
“Greystone Santini.” He extended his hand, unsure if the handshake would be returned.
Carrera’s face split into a grin. “No way!” He pulled Greystone into a hug. “I heard you were back, but I didn’t believe it.” He slapped his cousin on the back. “Damn, it’s good to see you.”
“Same,” Greystone replied. “This is Caroline Austin.”
The two shook hands.
“Got ten minutes?” Greystone asked.
Since Dakota had told him that Carrera, Sin and Luciano were in a secret group called The Trinity, Greystone had every confidence Carrera knew about their mission.
“Absolutely,” Carrera replied, and whisked them to his executive office.
Caroline shut the office door, stood behind the guest chair.
“I heard you’re primary for D of D,” Carrera said.
Day of Destruction.
“I am,” Greystone replied.
“Does this building have a location that the agents and other employees don’t know about?” Caroline asked. “Somewhere a bad actor could work without being disrupted.”
“Let’s walk.” Carrera led them to the elevator bank. He swiped his ID card, pressed an unmarked black button on the elevator panel.
They descended for several seconds before stopping. The doors opened to a dimly-lit hallway. Carrera stepped out, turned. “I’m taking you to myotheroffice.”
