Page 61 of Top Secret Cowboy


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Jace gave him the finger, and Jaren walked out, his chuckle trailing behind him.

He wasn’t joking when he said he wished they could drink on the job. Right now, he could use a little alcohol to take the edge off. He was keyed up, more than usual too.

Of course, it was all Bronte’s fault. The woman had worked her sweet, funny, charming way into his system and now he couldn’t even think about failing her. There was a ton of pressure on him, and much of it was out of his hands. He needed his team to get more information about the bloody shirt, the driver and The Broker. Too many loose ends. Too many things could go wrong.

He must be fucking nuts for allowing Bronte to be here. Out of habit, he took out his weapon and checked it over. All was in operating order so he slid it back into the waist of his jeans and went over their itinerary in his head.

Several events were taking place during the show that Bronte would not be attending, but tonight kicked things off. A small group of CEOs were taking a bus to a local wine-tasting event. Bronte insisted that she needed to speak to one in particular who might be a good fit for her collaboration, and Jace agreed in hopes that things would be settled quickly and they could leave.

He could take her back to her condo, carry her to bed…

As his thoughts took a dirty turn, he stroked his jaw and stared at the bathroom door.

Was she naked right now? Stepping out of the shower? His gut clenched at the fantasy of sucking on her peaked nipples and making her pussy wet and ready for him.

His phone buzzed, jerking him from the daydream. He nudged his cock into a better position and answered the call.

“It’s Ross. We’re in the building and scoping it out now.”

He almost choked on his tongue. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Last-minute decision. Things are too hairy for two of you to handle alone. I brought two of the guys with me, so you’ve got all the backup you need. Right now, Lauralee is tapping all the cameras.”

“Anything in particular you’re searching for?”

“Just The Broker.” Ross’s statement sent adrenaline through Jace’s veins. “We know he’ll be here, and this time he’s not getting away from us.”

This was it. The chance to put an end to The Broker’s reign of terror.

And to find out the truth about the event that wiped out Abel Security.

He just prayed he could keep Bronte safe while it all went down.

ChapterTwelve

Bronte’s parents dragged her to a lot of special events in her life. At a young age, she learned that even if she wasn’t in her element, she could hold her own in company. Except that usually included sculptors and poet laureates, not brilliant minds behind the biggest tech companies in the country, if not the world.

She snagged a glass of wine from a passing server and brought it to her lips, not even bothering with analyzing the bouquet before she tossed it back.

A warm hand cupped her elbow, and she lowered the glass to see amused creases around Jace’s eyes. “Don’t let them get to you, sweetness.”

That he understood exactly what was going on in her mind made her want to stamp her foot in irritation and simultaneously kiss him for knowing her so well.

“Do you have to be so good at reading me?” she whispered.

The lights played in his eyes, stealing her thoughts and ushering them onto a darker plane—where he was pinning her to the stone wall of the winery and plunging his hand inside her panties.

As another server passed, he set her glass on it and grabbed two new ones. The fragile goblets held a lighter wine than the one she’d guzzled a moment ago.

“Here. Try this.” He offered her the goblet.

Why did he appear to fit right in with these guys? He’d changed from the jeans and T-shirt he traveled to Napa in to a slim pair of gray trousers that hugged his ass and emphasized the bulge behind his fly. And the charcoal-gray polo shirt made his tanned skin stand out.

Holding her gaze, he brought the glass to his lips. She watched the peachy liquid brush his lips and then his throat move on the swallow.

She tried a sip too. “Is this supposed to dry out your throat like the Sahara?” she whispered with a small cough.

He made a face. “It’s not great quality. I expected better.” He raised a hand to get the server’s attention and set the glasses on it. The guy gave Jace a nod and revolved through the group, gathering other people’s glasses.

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