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“Yeah—right now she’s sitting across a man name Rupert Gosling.” Wolf explained. “I know him from my troubles in Ottawa a few years ago. No morals as long as the money is good.”
“If she has no money, how is she paying these people?” Seema demanded. “They aren’t going to work for free—and unless her vagina is made of gold, I don’t see her using that to satisfy her debts.”
“Maybe she tells them, do this for me and when he’s dead…” Tex trailed off.
I grunted and rubbed my eyes.
“I’m really hoping we’re wrong.” I spoke up. “Because if not, sooner or later I’m going to have to tell Dillon about this and it’ll break his heart.”
“Right.” Seema patted my shoulder. “Then let’s be doubly sure. Tex, you have any way we can track her without having an actual tail on her? We need audio,”
Tex looked thoughtful for a bit then began typing.
“I created these trackers for a few friends of mine.” Tex replied. “But I’d have to get them to you and right now, I don’t know how to. I have a friend who has a jet but it’s in Japan right now. And Hermes’ jet is over the Caribbean ocean.”
“Shit.” Wolf groaned. “I’m going in. She doesn’t know me—”
“You don’t have backup.” Seema pointed out. “You don’t walk into an op without backup.”
“Then be my shadow, Wasp.” Wolf leaned toward the camera. “Tex will give you my location. Hurry.”
Seema stood.
“And Wasp?” Wolf called.
“Yeah?”
“Wear something sexy.”
I growled.
“Why?” She wanted to know.
“You’ll see.”
Before I could speak, Wolf was gone.
Tex was laughing so hard he was snorting, and Seema was staring at me with confused irritation in her eyes.
The meeting ended and I wandered over to the guesthouse to find her digging through her bag. In the end she excused herself and closed the bathroom door.
I sat on her bed, picking at the corners of my thumbs, wondering why she had to dress sexy. The thought of her on Wolf’s arms, or of other men looking at her in ways only I should, angered me.
But I had no rights to that jealousy, that anger.
Frustrated, I walked to the window to watch my son exit the house to sit on the pool deck with his feet in the water. He was on his phone, and I could tell precisely who he was speaking with.
I didn’t think Dillon trusted anyone else other than Eli.
“What do you think?” Seema asked, nervously from behind me.
When I turned, she was wearing a pair of leather pants that no one could tell me hadn’t been painted on. The top, a dark red corset, accentuated her waist and showed more of her cleavage than I was comfortable with any other man seeing.
I turned away.
“Carter?” She touched the center of my back. “You don’t like it.”
“I like it fine.” I managed.
