your thoughts, Ms. O’Malley?”
“My thoughts come with a higher price, Mr. James.” She figured he really wouldn’t want to know how her mind wandered through the minefield of should she or shouldn’t she. It wouldn’t take much to send her running. This time he wouldn’t track her down because she wouldn’t allow him to.
“You’re looking a little befuddled.”
Rowan threw her head back and let out a deep belly laugh and a few snorts. In the midst of all this—the disguise, the bombs, the subterfuge—the man thought she looked befuddled ?
“What?” He grinned. “What’s so funny?”
Rowan snorted again and laughed hysterically. That was probably the issue. Hysteria. But she couldn’t stop. Wiping the tears, she tried to compose herself… “Give me a minute.”
She excused herself and went into her private bathroom, removed her disguise, washed up, and changed her clothes. She stared into the mirror wondering if befuddled was the look she saw staring back at her.
Possibly and why not? The man with her may have come highly recommended, but he worked for a phantom organization and was dangerous. Deadly dangerous, and she was contemplating being intimate with him…again.
How ready was she to put her life’s work, not to mention her actual life, in the hands of a man who was even more jaded than she was? What did they say about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer? Still, she couldn’t ignore the fact that Jacqui, Grey and Athena had all vetted him and claimed to trust him. If she started doubting her best friends then who would she believe or trust to have her back in the future.
She ran a hand through her hair and turned away. Her psychologist claimed she had trust issues because she blamed her father for her mother’s death.
The reasons for her trust issues settled closer to home. She had trust issues because of career choices she made at the age of fourteen. Kids could make mistakes they would pay for as adults. In her case, she worked constantly on her trust issues.
And now she had feelings, albeit ones she was keeping under control and ones she’d categorized as temporary, for a man she didn’t know or trust at all. He’d admitted he couldn’t tell her what she wanted to know, and he came with a past redacted in every system she’d hacked into.
She’d found enough to suspect his background would read like alphabet soup. S-E-A-L then C-I-A, maybe even F-B-I. His specialty was in computer systems, so more letters of the alphabet to contemplate, N-S-A or T-H-S-O. What she knew for certain, was that he’d once headed a cyber division in the CIA. Was he in charge of the cybersecurity division for this invisible IATO group? Would she ever know the truth or would she be willing to end this now?
On the way back to the cabin area she passed her bed imagining him there with her, relaxed, no pressure, no ghosts of Christmas Past. Just easy enjoyable sex.
To make her decision about Cade even more complicated, it was no secret he had a reputation for his wandering eye. Did she care? Perhaps a little twinge of concern, concern she wouldn’t be able to keep her heart in line this time. She mentally blew-off the thought.
They wouldn’t be together long enough for her to grow attached. The sex had been great…the best. When this was over, when he was gone, she’d miss that aspect of her life, because she was certain there’d never be another man like Cade in her bed. But she’d been disappointed before and survived. A pang of regret twisted her gut.
Forget it . IATO wanted COBRA and a failsafe security system for the defense cypher. Sex was only a pleasant diversion for Cade, and sex could be the same for her.
Unfortunately, the key to breaking the international defense cypher was easier to get into than the banking system, but she wasn’t ready to share the price tag on her trust. She did have plenty of trust issues—over a billion of them—with that sort of
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