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“Why?”
This time she let a slow smile spread across her lips. “What can I say? I’m pretty good on a pole.”
“Yeah she is,” shouted Jackson. He could always be counted on to break the tension.
She rolled her eyes as the men laughed. Although she tried to laugh it off, it was the truth. Finn had only retaliated against the men who’d almost raped her because he didn’t share. Since he didn’t seem to have any problems with the woman who’d ordered them to do it.
“Damn, Neil,” another agent laughed, “you better get a leash on her.”
“How many times . . . It’s not like that.” Neil shook his head and glanced at her. Poor guy. Being paired with the only female agent had to suck.
“That’s enough.” Carpenter brought them all back to the job, before turning to her. “We’ll see what we can do about you and Sinclair.”
She nodded and settled back into her seat to let her mind wander as they began to discuss the layout of the club and the best way to enter. She’d let them work on that problem. She needed to figure out how to get to Finn.
~ ~ ~
Finn drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, as a new dancer spun around the pole on stage. Watching the dancer only made him wish she were Gretchen, until he physically ached for her touch. Everything in this damn club made him think of her now.
The private phone in his pocket buzzed, and his gaze darted around the room before he pulled it out and checked the display.
Brock.
He hadn’t talked to his best friend in weeks, admittedly avoiding his calls, because he wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings for Gretchen. Ironically, he answered now to hear anything Brock would say to assure him he’d made the right decision.
“Hey,” he greeted his friend. “How’s it going, married man?”
Brock paused slightly on the other end of the line before he finally spoke. “My sister asked me to call you.”
Finn’s stomach dropped, and he took a deep breath. It wouldn’t do him any good to seem over eager. “Yeah, what’s she want you to give me hell about?”
“I think she’s worried about you.”
Finn snickered. “Gretchen’s not worried about me.” Anger, hatred, hurt, possibly embarrassment. No doubt Gretchen felt all those emotions when it came to him. He doubted she’d wasted any time with worry.
Brock again took his time before he asked, “How do you know it’s Gretchen? I have three sisters, Finn. How do you know it’s her? What the hell’s going on?”
Finn swallowed hard. He’d finally managed to slip up, not surprising since his mind had been torn between his work at the club and thoughts of Gretchen for months now. “What did she say?”
Brock sighed loudly. “She says I should invite you to dinner next Thursday. Any reason for that?”
Finn’s chest grew tight. Relief and happiness swept through him. He hadn’t lost her yet, if she’d found a way to warn him about the raid he’d helped set up. “Not that I know of,” he lied.
There were several moments of silence before Brock spoke again. “Is she in trouble?”
Of course, Brock would expect that. Trouble always followed Finn. “Not anymore,” he admitted. “I took care of her, man.”
Brock cursed under his breath. “I trust you,” he finally told Finn. “Because I love you like a brother.”
“And you know I’ve always cared about Gretchen.”
“Like a sister?” Brock challenged.
Finn didn’t answer. He wouldn’t lie, but he wasn’t in the mood for confessions.
“Dammit, Finn, if anything happens to her.”
“It won’t,” he assured his friend. It couldn’t, he wouldn’t survive if it did. “She’s safe, she’s good.” He hoped he spoke the truth.
