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I rolled my eyes. “Okay, then. I’ll let him know.”
We spun into our usual busy morning routine. Quinn finished her breakfast and jumped in the shower while I got dressed. After I dropped her off on the way in and parked in the lot for work, I took a moment to send Noah a text.
I thanked the gods daily that Noah didn’t expect frequent texts. I didn’t have time when I was at work, and neither did he. We’d fallen into the habit of texting each other in the morning. When I opened my phone, his text was waiting.
Noah:Morning, gorgeous. Tell me what Quinn says about dinner.
Me:Morning. Quinn says yes. She has given you the assignment of finding an amazing Thai place we haven’t tried yet. Can’t wait to see you.
Just texting him sent my belly into a swoop. I took a breath and slipped my phone into my purse before running into the office.
ChapterSeventeen
NOAH
“You’re kidding,” I muttered as I lifted my head and looked up at the doorway of my office.
My older brother, Dallas, stood there. He rested his shoulder on the inside of the doorframe, shaking his head. “Definitely not kidding. I want you on this one with me.”
“You’d have to fight to keep me off,” I replied as I leaned back in my chair, picking up a miniature Slinky I kept on my desk and spinning it on my forefinger.
Dallas stepped into my office, closing the door behind him. He slipped into the chair across from my desk. “I hate this shit.”
“Money always leads us in interesting directions.”
Dallas and I both worked in the FBI and specialized in financial fraud. Often, our cases started with one thread that unraveled into several. In this particular case, we’d been looking at money laundering through a bank that was leading us to a massive identity theft operation.
“I can’t believe Jones would risk this.” I was referring to a local Boston politician. Matty Jones had been a fixture in Boston politics for two decades, following his father’s footsteps to the Boston City Council. They reigned supreme in terms of business influence around town and liked it that way.
Dirty money was always mucking up politics anywhere in the world, but this little turn was a surprise. The Jones family tended to play it smart and careful.
Dallas shrugged. “I know. Let’s see where it takes us.” His phone buzzed, and he slipped it out of his pocket. “Hang on, let me take this.”
I nodded and glanced back at my computer screen, scrolling through my email.
“Hey, love,” he said, quickly lifting the phone to his ear after he swiped his thumb across the screen.
I knew that meant Audrey, his wife, was on the other end. The moment I thought of Audrey, my mind squirreled to Sasha. Lately, many thought roads led to Sasha, but Audrey brought her to mind because they’d been in school together. I wondered if they stayed in touch.
“On my way,” Dallas said as he ended the call.
I grinned when he stood. “You have become very good at leaving work on time,” I observed.
Dallas shrugged, casting an easy smile. “I’ve got a woman I love and a son to go home to. Work doesn’t compete.”
I chuckled.
“Speaking of,” Dallas began, “have you seen Sasha since you’ve been back to Boston?”
“Just last night. I’m taking her and Quinn to dinner tonight.”
A knowing glint entered my brother’s eyes. “Do you like her?”
“Definitely.” I didn’t even bother to hide it. Dallas knew me well.
His gaze sobered. “It’s a package deal, you know?”
“With her daughter, you mean?” At his nod, I added, “I know. That’s why I’m taking them to dinner tonight. I met her last night. She’s a nice girl.”
