of blood.”
Joel cleared his throat as he opened the door. “I’ll wait outside while you two hash this out.”
She didn’t wait to ask the question burning a hole in her brain. “Why would Garrett hide a fiancée?”
Jeremy didn’t open his eyes. “No idea.”
“Did you think they were still together?”
“They were having trouble but…” His eyes popped open. “I’ll feel better when I find her and Garrett.”
“Let’s get back to his job. Who exactly is your brother?” Then they could circle around to Jeremy’s job, as well, before the curiosity ate a hole in Meredith’s stomach.
She wasn’t ready to let the issue drop with a cursory explanation. Something these men did had gotten them in trouble, and as a result she was homeless with nothing more than the clothes she wore. She didn’t blame them. Not specifically. But she wasn’t going to be pushed aside either.
“Are you rapid firing questions to keep me from having a second to change your orders to Joel about fetching Pax?” he asked.
Smart man. “That and to get an answer or two out of you while your defenses are down.”
“Effective.”
She crossed her arms over her stomach. “It will be once you answer me.”
He stared at her. When she didn’t move or even break eye contact, he exhaled long and loud. “Garrett’s job is top secret.”
Not exactly the comment she was expecting. “How very Hollywood of you to say that.”
“It’s true.”
She dropped her hands to her sides. “Jeremy, come on. After everything that’s happened today, the least you can do is level with me. I think I deserve better than the ‘if I tell you I’ll have to kill you’ nonsense.”
“It’s not my secret to tell.”
“What, you think this has all been an elaborate scheme to get you to give up information on your brother’s job?”
The silence stretched out long enough to be comical. Finally, he gave a clipped response. “No.”
“You have trust issues.”
“DIA.”
It took her a second to realize he’d given her the answer. Well, an answer. Not that she understood what he said. “I don’t even know what that is.”
“Defense Intelligence Agency.”
“Never heard of it. The name I know starts with a C.”
“He collects military-related foreign intel.”
The extra information didn’t bring any clarity. “Is he in the military?”
“Former army sergeant.”
“And now?”
“Black ops stuff.”
The curt responses raised more questions than they answered. Instead of calming the racing in her stomach, his comments kicked the churning to top speed. “That explains the travel.”
“It also means it’s not that easy to find him when he wants to stay missing.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
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