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angry overheard conversation to bring that lofty view of him crashing down. For whatever reason, Taylor had decided that not only was everyone lying on her father, to turn her against him, but Renata was the primary culprit. And she hadn’t heard all of it yet.
He found Renata there in the hall, braids spread around her shoulders, face buried in her hands. She looked up when she heard him moving down the hall, and he held his arms out for her. Immediately, she accepted the invitation, burying her face in the soft fabric of his shirt.
“I almost can’t believe I was so anxious to get her back,” she mumbled against his chest.
Quentin chuckled. “You don’t mean that, cher. It’s just a difficult time.”
“Yeah well, I’m about to curse her little difficult ass out. Blaming me for the mess her father did, like I asked to be involved in this. Maybe I sheltered her too much. Maybe if she knew the way I struggled to keep her pure in all of this, she’d show a little more respect.”
Pulling back, Quentin cupped Renata’s face in his hands, tilting her chin upward to plant a kiss against her lips. She moaned, pressing herself closer and opening her mouth for him, and just that quickly, he was ready to abandon the gathering of information. Renata’s fingers at his belt, the prospect of doing a little something that would flip her mood like a switch, seemed much more pressing.
But… their safety was a concern, so logic won.
Reluctantly, Quentin ended the kiss, but kept his hands at Renata’s face. Her coppery skin wasn’t glowing as much as usual, but she was still beautiful, with her heavily lashed, soulful brown eyes, and lush, full lips he desperately wanted to kiss again.
He settled for a brief brush of his thumb across her bottom lip, and she immediately – absently – followed it with a swipe of her tongue. Not quickly enough that she touched him, but quickly enough that he thought about it.
Focus, fool.
“Give it time, Ren.” He indulged himself with another soft kiss. “This shit is stressful for everybody involved, and she’s a kid. All these traumatic events, everybody’s world turned upside down… cut her a bit of slack, cher.”
Renata sighed, then rested her head against his chest again. “I guess you have a point. It’s just hard to be calm, knowing… never mind. I can talk about it until my throat gets tired, and it won’t change anything.”
“You know what will though, right? Putting these pieces together. So, let baby girl have her moment, and you come with me and get on these computers. Let’s see what we can figure out.”
Quentin grinned at Renata, and after a brief sigh, she nodded. She followed him into their small workroom, where the computers were set up and running, processing information even when they weren’t there. The first thing Quentin noticed when he sat down was the file on Harrison, now complete with the results of facial recognition, identity scanning, fingerprinting, everything they could think of. If it existed on any system that could be accessed through a network, they had it.
He opened the folder and began scanning it, but quickly grew bored. He didn’t care where Harrison went to school, who his mother was, none of that. What was the connection to Wolfe ?
Not even a minute later, his eyes landed on something that made him sit up a little straighter. They’d questioned Harrison – thoroughly, they thought – without getting much new information that was actually valuable to their current predicament. He claimed to have told it all, but that couldn’t have been true.
He’d never mentioned… hot damn .
Quentin hit a few more buttons, searching for something further. He clicked around, searched a little, then clicked around a little more, until something else interesting made him lean toward his screen. He let out a low whistle, then shook his head as he muttered under his breath.
“ This motherfucker... ”
&
Nine years ago, São
He found Renata there in the hall, braids spread around her shoulders, face buried in her hands. She looked up when she heard him moving down the hall, and he held his arms out for her. Immediately, she accepted the invitation, burying her face in the soft fabric of his shirt.
“I almost can’t believe I was so anxious to get her back,” she mumbled against his chest.
Quentin chuckled. “You don’t mean that, cher. It’s just a difficult time.”
“Yeah well, I’m about to curse her little difficult ass out. Blaming me for the mess her father did, like I asked to be involved in this. Maybe I sheltered her too much. Maybe if she knew the way I struggled to keep her pure in all of this, she’d show a little more respect.”
Pulling back, Quentin cupped Renata’s face in his hands, tilting her chin upward to plant a kiss against her lips. She moaned, pressing herself closer and opening her mouth for him, and just that quickly, he was ready to abandon the gathering of information. Renata’s fingers at his belt, the prospect of doing a little something that would flip her mood like a switch, seemed much more pressing.
But… their safety was a concern, so logic won.
Reluctantly, Quentin ended the kiss, but kept his hands at Renata’s face. Her coppery skin wasn’t glowing as much as usual, but she was still beautiful, with her heavily lashed, soulful brown eyes, and lush, full lips he desperately wanted to kiss again.
He settled for a brief brush of his thumb across her bottom lip, and she immediately – absently – followed it with a swipe of her tongue. Not quickly enough that she touched him, but quickly enough that he thought about it.
Focus, fool.
“Give it time, Ren.” He indulged himself with another soft kiss. “This shit is stressful for everybody involved, and she’s a kid. All these traumatic events, everybody’s world turned upside down… cut her a bit of slack, cher.”
Renata sighed, then rested her head against his chest again. “I guess you have a point. It’s just hard to be calm, knowing… never mind. I can talk about it until my throat gets tired, and it won’t change anything.”
“You know what will though, right? Putting these pieces together. So, let baby girl have her moment, and you come with me and get on these computers. Let’s see what we can figure out.”
Quentin grinned at Renata, and after a brief sigh, she nodded. She followed him into their small workroom, where the computers were set up and running, processing information even when they weren’t there. The first thing Quentin noticed when he sat down was the file on Harrison, now complete with the results of facial recognition, identity scanning, fingerprinting, everything they could think of. If it existed on any system that could be accessed through a network, they had it.
He opened the folder and began scanning it, but quickly grew bored. He didn’t care where Harrison went to school, who his mother was, none of that. What was the connection to Wolfe ?
Not even a minute later, his eyes landed on something that made him sit up a little straighter. They’d questioned Harrison – thoroughly, they thought – without getting much new information that was actually valuable to their current predicament. He claimed to have told it all, but that couldn’t have been true.
He’d never mentioned… hot damn .
Quentin hit a few more buttons, searching for something further. He clicked around, searched a little, then clicked around a little more, until something else interesting made him lean toward his screen. He let out a low whistle, then shook his head as he muttered under his breath.
“ This motherfucker... ”
&
Nine years ago, São
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