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“How can I assist you today?” she asked Lena.
In fluent Spanish, she returned, “I need a black cocktail dress.”
The lady’s expression split into a smile. “Right this way. I have a good selection.”
Frost threw Lena a glance. “A dress?”
“Don’t worry. I know the mission.”
Five minutes later, Lena was zipped into a tight black cocktail dress. As she eyed herself in the mirror, her gaze fell on her midsection.
Damn. She really liked this dress. It sucked that she wouldn’t be able to fit in it for long.
She came out of the fitting room and Frost gave her a slow once-over. “You look great, Graham. Tell me again why you need the dress?”
“I need to look the part when I have that meeting.”
“Dress for success?”
“You got it.” She handed him her bag filled with her own clothes and breezed to the exit.
Mustang took one look at her and stepped back. “Where’s the party?”
“The bar. What’s the time?”
“Got a half hour before the meet.”
They all fell into step as they headed back to the bar. Tourists clumped together in groups, big and small. Some were dressed for the pool, others sported more formal attire, but any way they looked at it, Lena wearing this dress and being flanked by two muscled, gorgeous guys garnered too much attention.
“That guy was looking at you funny. I’m surprised you didn’t put him in his place, Graham,” Mustang commented.
“Are you kidding? She can’t move in that dress,” Frost added.
“I can hold my own, don’t you worry.” She rounded a corner and stopped. “Now, wire me.”
Frost and Mustang folded their arms in twin moves. “No fucking way are you going in there without us,” Frost said.
She squared up with her teammates. “Look, the leader isn’t going to come himself. Whoever they send won’t have enough power to negotiate the kind of deal I’m going to demand. That’s when I’ll ask to be taken to him, and I can’t drag you guys with me without blowing it. I’ll be fine.”
Frost shook his head. “A woman with the kind of power you want him to believe you have would come with guards of her own.”
“True, but he wouldn’t speak openly in front of you. Mustang, do you have the comms?”
He reached into his pocket but didn’t remove the device she needed to do her job.
Exasperated, she held out her palm. Frost gave him a warning look, but Mustang dropped the tiny earbud into her hand, followed by a microscopic pin that was a recording device as well as a tracker.
“I owe you one.” She stuffed the earbud into her ear and hid it with her hair. Then she planted the pin on the neckline of the dress where it would blend with the beaded detail.
Looking up at her teammates, she saw the concern in their eyes even though they never revealed emotions on their faces. All of a sudden, emotion swamped her. God, she loved these guys. They were the brothers she never had.
Oh no. Tears actually prickled in her eyes. Was this…hormones? She had to get a grip—now. She was about to walk into a meeting with the cartel. If she wasn’t wrong, the person the Black Bloods sent wouldn’t be as high-profile as some she’d dealt with, yet she’d still have to draw on her skills to pull this off.
And if the leader himself came to the meeting? Then she had to rise to a whole other level.
She reached out and clamped a hand on each of her brothers-in-arms’ shoulders, hoping the gesture masked the slip in her emotions. “Showtime, boys. Wish me luck.”
Without a word, she turned on her high heels and walked away from them. She remembered this bar was always busy when she and Slade visited the resort. She took a seat at a table in plain sight of the entrance. When a server asked for her drink order, Lena’s mind tripped.
