Page 67 of The ARC Unit: Breach

“I am.”

“You moved.”

“Your belt is in my ass,” I hissed.

The silence behind me lasted exactly long enough to make me regret having a mouth.

“Then stop backing into it.”

Heat climbed straight up my neck.

“I wasn’t.”

“Mercer.”

“Fine.”

His fingers returned to the wire at my side as though we had not just had that conversation, and I stared straight ahead while he worked. The problem was that now I could feel every single place he touched me.

At last, Wolf withdrew his hand, stepped back and straightened out so completely that I almost wondered whether I had imagined this entire thing.

“Turn back around.”

He checked the microphone near the bikini strap without touching more skin than necessary and handed the receiver confirmation to Raven.

“Audio?”

Raven cleared his throat. “Clean.”

Wolf looked at me.

“Rules.”

I reached for the cover-up.

“Public areas only.”

“Keep going.”

I slid one arm into the linen shirt. “No upper floor. No interior private rooms. I don’t cross the hedge line below the cabanas. If Raven loses audio, I move into open space.”

Wolf waited.

I put my other arm through and let the cover-up fall around me.

“If you say extract, I leave.”

“Immediately.”

“Yes, Dad.”

Raven looked down so fast I almost laughed.

Wolf stepped closer.

“Don’t call me that again.”

The answer was quiet enough that the stupidest part of my brain immediately wondered whether there were other things he preferred being called. I buttoned the cover-up before my face could communicate that thought too.