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And ever since, she…hadn’t actually dated anyone.
Tripp made a noise that rode the line between derision and victory. “Bet you were wearing that lipstick when you hooked him in…”
Her head jerked around, and she locked gazes with him. He’d noticed her lipstick?
Tripp’s stare dipped to her mouth. In the single second that she let him look his fill, sparks skidded through her body. The way he looked at her mouth was like flint on steel.
She whipped her attention back to the road. She couldnotgive that spark an opportunity to kindle or she’d lose her position of authority.
Her dick was bigger.
So to speak.
“You were wearing that shade of lipstick, weren’t you?” His question wheedled into her brain.
“Hmm?” she responded as nonchalantly as possible.
“You were wearing that lipstick when the cops arrested Ryan.”
She sucked in a deep breath. She needed to gain the upper hand.
Just because Tripp knew what buttons to push to tick her off did not mean that she wanted to jump his bones.
In the same vein, just because he was trained to hunt people down and kill them didn’t mean he did that to his niece’s boyfriend. Murderers exhibited certain characteristics such as a lack of empathy, manipulation and a lust for power. Okay, he did bring up measuring dicks so he might havesomeneed for control.
Wasn’t that all military men? They were all trained to be hard-ass alphas.
Tripp wasn’t exactly triggering her psycho-killer alarms either, and she’d been around a few.
His phone buzzed, and he shifted in his seat to withdraw the device from his pocket. “Tripp,” he grated out.
She made out a faint rumble of a male voice projecting through the speaker but not any of the words spoken. She guessed that the call was from his commanding officer of the MT Ops team. Rafe Sheppard, former Marine who had military honors for leading strikes—much like the man sitting beside Alexia.
She shot Tripp a look and found him eyeing her back, this time with a level of suspicion rather than amusement.
What in the world was Rafe saying to cause him to look at her that way?
She didn’t have a chance to consider the matter further because her own phone chimed. Taking one hand off the wheel, she brought the device to her ear. “Oaks.”
Tripp swung his stare to her. They watched each other for a long heartbeat.
Eric’s voice flooded into her ear. “Where are you, Alexia? Are you on the road yet?”
“Yes,” she responded and heard an echo of Tripp saying the same to his contact.
She darted a look at the road. If she wrecked, he’d never let her live it down. She could just hear the bad woman driver jokes now.
“And you’ve got Tripp with you?”
She lowered her lashes in order to slice a look his way, then caught him openly gazing at her.
Tucking the phone against her shoulder, she placed both hands on the wheel to keep it on the road. “Yes, all is going as planned,” she told Eric.
“Over the next three hours he’s going to try to—”
“Nine,” she cut across him.
“What?”
