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He shrugged. “That’s what Grandma always called it. My cousins always got that room when we came to stay. My brother and I got the pink one upstairs.”
Clay and Julius let out simultaneous snorts.
“Still fits your image, Livingston,” Clay harassed him.
He chuckled.
The sound made Clay stare at him harder.
“What?” Quaide asked.
“Been a while since I’ve heard you laugh or seen you smile. The change wouldn’t be due to the fact there’s a beautiful blonde staying in your room, would it?”
He cocked a brow. How the hell did his buddy know what room he’d put Dove in?
Who was he kidding? The reason he’d wanted Clay to run Sentry was because the man had a keen mind and all the skills for the job. That made himveryobservant. And when he didn’t have time to look into what was happening, he employed people who did.
Still munching on his sandwich, Julius also stared at Quaide.
He turned the attention from Dove. His personal life was just that. “We’re going to need to do some reorganization of the house, reallotting spaces and the like. But at least here you’re not getting walk-ins looking for insurance policies.”
Fixated on his screen, Clay let out a grunt. Okay, maybe not running the show was getting on Quaide’s nerves. He got up and circled to Clay. When he scanned the police rap sheet that his friend was busy analyzing, Quaide’s gaze shot straight to the name at the top.
Dom Tretorn. The dead guy.
He had a few misdemeanors in his youth and a DWI the previous year. While Quaide didn’t consider Rain to be as intelligent as her sister, the fact that she didn’t see this guy as bad for her was damn shocking.
Of course, Dom most likely hid his past from her and he obviously targeted her naivete as well as preyed upon it. Now he was dead and she was in the line of fire.
Thank god that Quaide got to them before anything terrible happened. Just knowing that someone was watching them—and planted that bomb in Dove’s vehicle—had his fists clenching.
No harm would come to either sister—not as long as he was still drawing air on this earth.
The phone buzzed, and Clay answered it. “Yeah, Ross. Let me put you on speaker.” He looked to Julius. “Get your brother.”
Julius had polished off his sandwich and immediately walked out of the room to find Jennings. A minute later, both Abels returned to the space and they all took seats near Clay so they could hear and be heard on speakerphone.
When someone appeared in the doorway, Quaide glanced up to see curves filling the space. Dove stood there, a hesitant expression on her face.
He quickly waved for her to join them, and she settled into the seat beside him.
Clay offered her a nod before giving his attention to the meeting. “Everyone, I’ve got Ross Wynton from the WEST Protection team on the line to discuss the move with Rain.”
Dove sat back in her seat, fingers twisting in her lap.
Back when they worked together for the government, he couldn’t reach out and stop her nervous gesture. Now, nothing was stopping him. He settled his hand on her knee, close to her hand. She stopped twisting her fingers and let them rest in her lap.
“The plan is to move Rain to the ranch. We don’t have the resources right now, and I need everyone on my team working on the case,” Clay told Ross.
“My office is bombarded with work, Lexis, but I understand your problem. I have two solutions on the table, but one might fall through.”
“Hit us with them.”
“One is that we meet you halfway at a predetermined destination and my guys bring her in.”
Dove’s full lips tightened. Quaide could already see her disregarding the move because unless Dove was with her sister, she wasn’t going to be happy.
Ross went on, “The other is I have Modeen coming back from North Dakota with the chopper. He’s expected by nightfall, but circumstances could delay him.”
