Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
In an industry like this one, someone always knew someone who could help a brother out.
“Okay, so he enjoys his revenge when the time comes. I can get that. But he’s friends with Jared,” she began, trying to get a handle on this guy. “Jared is a piece of sunshine according to the subs who met him at Sanctum. Kai tells me his brother is nothing more than walking abs and a smile. Hardly sounds like besties material for Mr. Broody.”
“A guy’s personality can change when he’s actually topping a sub,” Dec pointed out. “Again, never seen him top a sub, but I’ve heard Jared is someone the other Doms look up to. Those hardcore guys out there like the hell out of him. Speaking of, Riley’s around somewhere. If you can get a word with him, it could help. We’ve had to stay away. I don’t even want text conversations between us in case the boss decides to do a phone check, and yes, that will be part of your contract. Be careful how you use that phone.”
She barely managed to avoid rolling her eyes. She’d tricked China’s best operatives for years. She could handle her own cell phone. “I’ll try. I’m on a new line but most of my friends from work know how to get in contact with me. Tucker has it. He needs to text me spoilers on films and TV shows that have been out for twenty years. Are you worried Hunt won’t like me having contact with other men?”
She couldn’t leave Tucker high and dry. He would need to talk about what happened in The X-Files. When she’d left him, he’d been binging, and no one else would listen to his crazy theories.
Shane shrugged the anxiety off. “I think Hunt’s pretty dark. He could definitely be the possessive type, but he knows you work for McKay-Taggart. You can safely talk to coworkers. Speaking of, Hunt also knows you were raised out here. Have you thought about seeing your parents?”
“No.” Now she was the one who sounded a bit cold. She dismissed it all with what she hoped was a sunny smile. “I’m working. The last thing we want is my dads in here. Trust me. I’ll call and let them know I’m working. Otherwise…well, one dad will give the man a lecture on all the ways his films spit on science and history and the other will be planning a wedding, if you know what I mean.”
Shane held his hand up, obviously letting go of the fight. “I wanted to let you know that if you get some time to see them, you can take it. One of us will be on Hunt at all times. I know it’s been a while since you saw them.”
Seven months and three days, and they’d had to come out to her. She’d seen her fathers three times in the years since she’d left MSS, and every single time they’d come to find her. Why was she afraid of going home?
“Good to know.”
There was a brief knock on the door and Riley Blade strode through. Once a technical consultant here in Hollywood, he now worked for McKay-Taggart. He had a lean frame and a California chic vibe one only got when raised on the West Coast.
He closed the door behind him. “They’re ready for you. I’ll take you to Mr. Hunt. Kay, he’s deeper than he looks. It’s easy to see him as a superficial actor, but those still waters might be dangerous. I’ve been watching him for weeks and I think he’s looking for someone who can connect to him. He’s a little desperate for it, but he needs to be in control. He needs to think he can handle you. Does that make sense?”
He didn’t want to fight her for power. He wanted some peace.
She could do that. Cool. Calm. A motherfucking oasis of peace. That was her.
“And Kay,” Riley said, his hand on the door. “I know we’re here for the Agency, but this man has real trouble. I’ve read through some of the incidents that led him to hire round-the-clock bodyguards and these are credible threats.”
“How sure are we that the Agency didn’t make those incidents happen?” Not that Levi or Ezra would admit to it. It was possible they didn’t know. Sometimes the Agency’s left hand didn’t know who the right hand was stabbing.
“I hate the CIA shit,” Dec said with a shake of his head.
“It doesn’t matter,” Riley replied firmly. “He’s got three people following him I would call serious and present threats. I doubt the Agency is playing all three of them. We have to protect this man and that means taking the threats against him seriously. He’s trusting us with his life. I know you’ve got a job to do, but the three of us…we have to take care of our client.”