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Angel had texted me this morning and agreed to meet me at my temporary office. My security had let him in and called up that he was on his way. I’d been tracking him since he’d come through the main doors.
“Who’s that with him?” I asked Vlado, hating the curl of jealousy that snaked through me. “Did you find anything about a boyfriend while you were vetting him?”
“Nothing.” He peered at the screen. “But he looks familiar. I think I’ve seen him before.”
“At the club?”
“No, don’t think so.”
I’d had Vlado research Angel, going a few steps deeper than a mere background check to make sure he was an appropriate choice and wouldn’t be a security risk. The last thing I needed was any threat to my, or my team’s, safety. Anyfurtherthreat.
I hadn’t read the file on Angel, but perhaps I should have. I tended to put my trust in numbers and math,data, andtrends, over gut feelings. But there was something about Angel…something that had made me certain he was the right person for this assignment. That compelled me to tip him the way that I did…
Same as something had compelledhimto approach me after he was done on the stage. Which was probably the load of cash.
“Then where?” I asked, reining in my focus. “Who is he?”
“I’m not sure.” Vlado leaned closer. “But I’ve definitely seen him somewhere.”
“We should have anticipated he’d bring a guest. With everything that’s been—”
“I know,” Vlado said.
“Find out everything about his guest while I speak to him.”
Vlado shot me some side-eye, then clicked a few keys on the keyboard to freezeframe a clear shot of Angel’s companion as they stood in the private elevator that would bring them to the penthouse.
The man was devastatingly handsome, probably a few years younger than me, and obviously had a close relationship with Angel considering Angel was currently leaning against him, his cheek pressed into the man’s shoulder.
“Make sure hisfriendwaits outside,” I said as Vlado headed toward the door to the office.
He threw me a look over his shoulder. “Want me to tell him you called dibs too?”
“You’re not nearly as humorous as you think you are.”
“And you’re entirely transparent.” He grinned and pulled the door open. “Try to rein in the claws until we know who we’re dealing with.”
I turned my attention back to the screen as Vlado left the room. Angel and his companion were in the hallway, and the security cams automatically followed them as they made their way toward us.
Tapping a key, I turned the audio feed on as Vlado met them in the small waiting room outside my office door.
“Hey, human handbag. How’s it hanging?” Angel greeted him with a big smile.
Vlado laughed. “Can’t complain.”
“Oh, don’t say that. You can always complain.” Angel looked around. “So, where’s your bossman?”
“He’s in his office.” Vlado turned to the other man. “And you are?”
“Quinn Reynolds.” He stuck out his hand.
Vlado shook it. “Can I ask why you’re here?”
“’Cause I’m not about to show up at a rented office to meet some mysterious and possibly sketchy dude alone.” Angel pressed his hands to his hips. “I’ve seen this movie, the pretty one dies first.”
“I promise no one is dying,” Vlado said.
“Yeah, that’s totally something you’d say before killing someone.” Angel peered around him, his gaze landing on the closed door that separated us.
