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She was quiet now, lying on her side, her long legs entwined with mine. Not asleep, just quiet. Still too quiet.
“How about you tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours,” I said while I traced idle circles down her back.
She stretched, almost languidly if it wasn’t for the tension that had begun to straighten her spine again. “I was just thinking about your sister.”
I laughed. “Said no woman I’ve ever slept with, darling.”
She smiled; I could just see the curve of her lip from my position behind her.
“She said Javier—Mateo—warned her about me. He said that me and the people I work with are trouble like she’d never seen.”
“You are trouble, darling. There’s no denying it,” I joked.
“I don’t believe he was warning her about the Lucianos—not just them. She was talking about me… and Gabe… and all the people who’ve been involved in the things we do.”
I nodded.
“But what I can’t figure out is if he was after us, why would he have tried to set us up to be arrested that night—just the Lucianos, I mean? He had to know he’d never get his hands on Gabe that way. And what about the Lucas? They’ve played a part. And Morales?”
“So, you don’t think that trying to get us thrown in jail was his idea?”
She shook her head. “Not the real Domínguez, no. But what if Leeri and Mateo Flores weren’t trying to hurt us? What if they were trying to help us?—or at least, keep us alive?” She shifted, getting her elbow beneath her but leaning back against me in the process. “Probablyyou, specifically. I’m not sure Leeri would have lost a minute’s sleep over my dead corpse,” she added lightly.
I hadn’t considered it. I usually kept an open mind, but from the moment we’d discovered what Leeri was, I’d been nursing the bitter sting of betrayal like a fucking child and hadn’t been the least bit interested in trying to look past it.
“It’s possible,” I conceded. “But that would mean she knows the man she’s with isn’t really Javier Domínguez.”
Greta shot up. “That’s why she wouldn’t tell us a damn thing about Javier—she knew he wasn’t the real bad guy here.”
I shrugged, following her up more slowly, still admiring the view. “A man’s next-in-command can still be an evil fucker even if he isn’t the one calling the shots.”
“True,” she conceded. Her shoulders sagged like I’d just deflated her a little.
It wasn’t a good feeling.
“But you may be right,” I added. “It makes no sense for a federal agent to be with Domínguez’s second-in-command unless they’re working to take down a common enemy?”
She didn’t move for a fraction of a second. And then the fire sparked. Energy radiated from her as she flew out of the bed.
“She’s been on the same side this whole time, Brute. Your sister, she’s not a traitor.” She paused, looking down at the floor with a furrow between her eyes. “Okay, she’s still a fed, and that’s not great. But if we’re right, she wants the same guy dead that we do.”
She was beautiful, sexy as hell. But it came as a shock to realize I liked seeing her like this, hopped up on hope and life, as much as I liked watching her in the throes of ecstasy. That was definitely new. It seemed there was no limit to the surprises that came with this girl.
And then she reached for her panties at the foot of the bed and slipped them on.
This wasn’t one of the surprises I liked. “What are you doing, darling?” I asked, hoping she was putting them on just so I could strip them off her again.
She paused and looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “I have to talk to her, Brute.”
“Now?” Because there were at least a hundred things I wouldn’t mind doing to her before she put the rest of her goddamned clothes on.
She smiled at me indulgently, though she couldn’t hide the heat that was already flaring in her eyes. “She doesn’t know that we know that her Javier isn’t the real Javier Domínguez, that he isn’t the man we’re after. If I’m right, and she’s kept silent all this time to protect him, then we don’t have to be on opposite sides anymore. You and your sister—”
“This is about me?”
“Of course. I—” She slammed her lips shut. It was cute. Even the way her cheeks pinkened just a little had me thinking of the things I could do to make them pinken more.
But she didn’t just look uncomfortable; she looked pained, like she wasn’t ready to admit the shit she was feeling.
