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He cut her off. “You don’t question the FBI. The FBI questions you.”
“Wait a minute. You said you’re not with the FBI now.”
“Sentry is a division.”
She sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll answer your questions. I might need to lawyer up, though. Do I need a lawyer, Quaide?”
They stared into each other’s eyes. Damn, the woman was making him hard as hell. Seeing her again, touching her—as brief as that had been—was driving him crazy. Even with so much left unsaid between them, and some anger at how things had played out between them, he only wantedher.
If Rain weren’t sitting right there listening to every word they exchanged, he’d inform Dove that challenging him was having the opposite effect of what she wanted.
“So,” Rain drawled out, “you really were sleeping with the boss.”
“Oh my god,” Dove blurted. “She’s not really my sister, I’m certain of it. I question her paternity every day.”
He laughed.
She made him laugh.
And goddamn did it feel good, like coming home after a long, arduous and lonely journey.
He forced his stare back to the road. “We’ve got about an hour’s drive ahead of us, even at this speed. Sit back and relax while you can, ladies. When we get to my place,” he put emphasis on the words and threw a look at Dove, “we’re going to talk.”
She wrapped her arms around herself and scooted a millimeter away from him.
She could try to keep from touching him or feeling anything for him, but he’d seen that look in her eyes. It was the same one that she gave him right before he lowered his mouth to hers, plunged his fingers under her sexy pencil skirt and made her moan.
When he got her alone, he was going to ask about her glasses he’d missed seeing them so damn much. Then he planned on making herbeghimfor release. After she left him without warning, he had no remorse whatsoever in driving her mad with need and then withholding it until she’d been punished enough.
He spent a dizzying heartbeat watching her breasts jiggle in that blue sweater that he always loved seeing her in. Oh yes, his little lover was in big trouble once he got her alone.
Rain cleared her throat. “Could we maybe listen to the radio? The tension between you guys is too loud.”
Dove sent her what Quaide could only guess was a glare. “No, we can’t.”
“Don’t leave the closet, Rain. Don’t order a pizza, Rain. You can’t listen to the radio, Rain,” she muttered under her breath in a mocking tone.
Dove dropped her head back against the seat and refused to speak for the rest of the drive. Silence fell over them. For a solid half hour, he questioned how well he knew the woman beside him.
Knowing how she sounded when he made her come didn’t count. She was under a lot of pressure, and some cracks in her cool façade were starting to spring leaks. He understood that. But he didn’t like how distanced he felt from her either.
Right now, all that mattered was prioritizing their safety while getting to the bottom of Rain’s case.
Raindrops struck the windshield in heavy plops. Dove jolted at the noise. He automatically reached over and settled a hand on her thigh. “It’s just rain, honey. We’re all a little punchy after what happened.”
She didn’t try to nudge his hand away. “I suppose there’s a rulebook that tells you what to do after your SUV explodes.”
“There are always steps to follow.”
“We needed to leave fast.”
“And we did, thanks to Rain.” He met her eyes and pitched his voice low. “There’s a lot we need to discuss.”
When they drove up to his house, several vehicles he recognized as belonging to the Sentry team were parked out front, including Clay’s truck, a souped-up show truck on steroids and a flashy street bike.
After pulling into the driveway, he hit an app on his phone to open the garage door.
Dove let out a little gasp. “I remember when you installed that!”
