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“We need to up security at the club and we need to shore up our protection of our assets. If all of this is connected, we’re playing with someone powerful, and that has the potential to end badly,” Matteo says. “I don’t like this at all. Maybe it’s nothing and we’re just paranoid, but I still don’t like it and we can never be too safe.”
“Do we have to worry about the sister? How long do you think we can keep her here?” I ask.
“She seems harmless to me. And in a way, we owe her for bringing this man to our attention. Now we know to be on the lookout for someone. I say if we can’t get her to accept housing, we inject her with a GPS tracker and send her on her way.”
“Do we have that technology?”
Owen grins. “Got some new toys.”
I roll my eyes. Owen is always acquiring new toys and some of them are not toys I think should be in the hands of the average human. Not that I’m saying Owen is average. But he is dangerous.
“I don’t know how Zara will feel about you doing that.”
“So, we don’t tell Zara.”
I grimace at the thought of keeping that kind of information from her. A hand lands on the back of my head and I whirl to glare at the offender. Matteo stands behind me with a scowl on his face. “Get your head out of your ass. You’ve known this woman for a week.”
“You let Skylar change the way you do things after one night of being with her. Don’t come at me with that bullshit. I’ll break your fucking nose.”
Matteo reaches into his pocket and I’m sure he’s fingering the brass knuckles he keeps there. Normally they calm him, but I suspect he’s contemplated pulling them out during confrontations with me a few times.
“Boys,” Owen says in a fatherly tone. “Do I need to send the two of you to counseling? Because we kind of have bigger problems than the women you’re fucking.”
Matteo growls, and Owen holds up his hand. “Excuse me. The woman you’re madly in love with. I haven’t seen Luke and Zara together enough to know if they love each other, but something tells me that’s where this is headed, so we might as well just get used to her and start treating her like family.”
Is that where this is going? Zara makes me feel alive, and I want to hold on to that for as long as possible. But can the two of us really make this work? Sometimes, I don’t see how. But for now, I’m going to protect her and take care of her as much as she’ll let me. We’ll figure this out as we go along.
“I should still check with Zara about tracking her sister.”
I dial her number and wait for an answer. There’s nothing. So, I call again.
When she doesn’t answer a third time, I call Skylar.
“Is everything OK?” she asks.
“Yeah. Fine. I just need Zara, and she isn’t answering her phone.”
“One sec.”
When she answers, my shoulders relax. “Sorry, I put my phone on the charger upstairs.”
“It’s fine, lass. I just need to talk to you about your sister.”
Chapter 22
Zara
“Zara,tellusaboutyour work. I’m not naive and I’ve seen more than my share of escorts at parties, but I never pegged you as one when I’ve seen you on the arm of record execs and such.”
I swirl my wine around my glass and look between Jeanie and Skylar who are both staring at me expectantly. When Luke called earlier to ask me about tracking Monica, I told him I was giving Jeanie the afternoon off and we were going to have a girl’s night in. He didn’t seem to like that idea, so Jeanie had limited herself to one glass of wine, which she finished an hour ago. Skylar and I, on the other hand, are already through one bottle and just cracked the seal on another. Putting a GPS tracker on my sister seems so wrong. But I got the sense that it was important to know where she is and who she’s talking to, so I told him to use his own judgment. It’s not like I have a relationship with her anyway.
“What would you like to know?” I ask, feeling warm and fuzzy and willing to share thanks to the alcohol.
Skylar grins. “Everything. How often do you fake it or do weird things in bed that you’re not really into?”
I burst into a fit of giggles at her absurd question.
“Let’s just say I’m a master at faking orgasms.” My face warms further at the memory of Luke growling at me about never faking it with him. He thinks he would be able to tell, but I’m pretty good at it, so I’m not so sure. But I haven’t needed to fake it with him, so I guess I’ll never find out.
