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That sexy smile broke over his face. “Nope. Now, let’s get this done so we can get to the monkey sex part of the evening.”
He led her out of the suite, and they found Killian scowling at them.
“You hurt her, you know the consequences.”
Jet was both annoyed and warmed at Killian’s concern. “Killian—”
Cain nodded. “And I’ll let you.”
She rolled her eyes.Men.
There was a limousine waiting for them. Soon, they were seated on the plush seats, driving through Geneva’s elegant neighborhoods. She caught glimpses of the lake and the spectacular view. As they approached Weber’s estate, her nerves ratcheted up.
Please let this go smoothly.
“You’ve got the chip?” Cain asked.
She patted her sparkly black bag with the chip inside. She also had her phone. It looked normal, but had some undetectable upgrades, and all her favorite programs on it. Everything she needed to hack a computer system.
Finally, the limo drove through some grand metal gates—which Jet noted were flanked by several guards—and down a long driveway through manicured gardens. It disgorged them in front of Weber’s grand home she now knew had been built in the 18th century.
“Oh, wow.” Jet stood and stared. She wasn’t sure where to look first. The huge fountain. The enormous house. The other guests—all looking elegant and rich. Her gaze followed the sweep of lawn toward the stunning view of the lake. Perched on the edge of the water was a building that looked as fancy as the house—two large structures joined by a bridge. She realized it was a boat house.
Cain held out his arm. He was so damn handsome. “My lady.”
She slid her arm through his and smiled. It was like they were just a regular couple out for a night of fun.
And not a mission of utmost importance.
She swallowed, willing the ball in her gut to dissolve.Get the job done, and go home. They had this.
* * *
They circled the party.The room was large and sumptuously decorated. Weber had no desire to be coy about his wealth. There were glossy parquet wood floors, ornate crown molding on the ceilings, and large windows overlooking the lake.
Cain nabbed two flutes of champagne from a roving server, and handed one to Jet. She was fidgety, and trying to hide her nerves.
She took a big gulp. “Mmm, that’s good.” She leaned into him.
“It should be, for a thousand dollars a bottle.”
“Jeez.” She looked at the glass with wide eyes, then took another sip. Then she scanned the party. “God, how do you do this every day?”
“Sip champagne?”
“Ha-ha. No, the—” she waved a hand and lowered her voice “—being switched on and vigilant. My nerves are shot already.”
“You get used to it. Or become numb to it.”
She looked at his face.
He shrugged and sipped again. “Come on.”
They kept moving. The giant glass windows acted like ornate picture frames for the well-lit grounds and the lake. Inside, Cain noted it was a mixed crowd. He recognized a few wealthy European businesspeople, several socialites, and a few people from Interpol’s watchlist. He spotted Killian and Devyn socializing on the other side of the room.
Then, he saw Weber heading their way.
“Ready?” Cain murmured.
