gave her a slow, sexy smile. One that spoke of confidence. It was the smile of a man who knew women.
“I do.”
He was trying to rattle her. He wanted her to react, to question herself, to engage. That so wasn’t going to happen.
She walked to the front door and let herself out without saying anything. But all the way down the elevator, through the lobby and out to her truck, she had the feeling that he was still with her. Not in a scary, stalker kind of way, but almost as if the essence of him lingered.
“He’s just a guy,” she muttered as she started the engine. “Nothing special.”
The good news was there was no one else around to point out it was very possible that she was lying.
GARTH HAD ARRANGED THE meeting for ten. At thirty seconds before the hour, Agnes buzzed to let him know Dana had arrived. Garth stood, interested in seeing her again. If he didn’t know better, he would say she’d been disconcerted the night before. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on his part. Dana was a strong woman—she wouldn’t let herself be vulnerable for any man. Not an unexpected reaction, considering her past.
She walked into his office, her head held high, the set of her shoulders determined. She wore a plain blue shirt tucked into jeans, and boots.
“No uniform?” he asked by way of greeting.
“I wasn’t kidding about taking a leave of absence.”
She didn’t wear makeup or earrings or anything remotely feminine. There was a toughness about her. A wariness. He wondered if she knew her determination to never show a soft side only made him more aware that there was something she was trying to hide.
She was the kind of woman who gave as good as she got. Which made him think about her naked. Not just because he was intrigued by the concealed curves, but because she would expect to take charge. It would be a battle of wills…which was the kind of battle he most enjoyed.
“I hope the Titan sisters appreciate all you’re doing for them,” he said, leading her to the sofas by the corner of the large office.
“We look out for each other. That’s what friends do. Not that you would know anything about that.”
“Speaking of which…” He glanced at his watch. “Nick should be here soon.”
Something flashed in her brown eyes and was gone before he could read it. “Nick’s not coming. Izzy called me while I was driving over. Something came up.”
Garth knew nothing showed on his face. He was a master at keeping his thoughts to himself, so she couldn’t know he was disappointed. Nick had every reason to be pissed as hell at him, but Garth had hoped to lure his former friend to his office with news about Izzy. He’d thought they would have a chance to talk. Apparently Nick wasn’t ready to move on.
Garth knew he only had himself to blame. He’d crossed the line and betrayed a friend. He might regret what he’d done, but he couldn’t change what had happened.
“Then it’s just the two of us,” he said, motioning to one of the sofas.
Dana sat down. He settled next to her and reached for the folder on the glass coffee table.
“I’ve been investigating the explosion on the oil rig,” he said, passing Dana the latest report from his private investigator. “I don’t have proof yet, but I suspect that Jed is at the heart of this. The guy who set the explosion is Cuban—a known expert. Currently he’s working out of Mexico. My people are tracing the payments. He didn’t use a Swiss bank, so that’s in our favor. We should be able to get information on who paid, but it’s taking time.”
Dana stared at him. “Meaning you couldn’t hack into a Swiss bank, but you can get into a different one? Can you give me the name so I don’t put my money there?”
“We don’t hack in,” he told her. “We get information.”
“A subtle difference.”
“Life is nuance.”
“Thanks for the tip, but you’re not the Zen master and I’m not your little grasshopper.”
He stared at her, noting the flecks of gold in her irises. “Someone didn’t get her coffee this morning. Should I order some?”
“I’m not an idiot.”
“Since when does coffee imply stupid?”
She glared at him. “You know what I mean.”
“I haven’t got a clue.”
The muscles in her jaw tensed. He’d annoyed her, which was fun on many levels.
“You take yourself too seriously,” he told her.
“You’re getting on my last nerve. I’m armed. Don’t mess with me.”
The thought of her with a gun didn’t bother him in the least.
“We could wrestle for it,” he suggested.
For a second he thought she was going to actually spit in rage. Instead she drew in a breath and picked up the folder.
“Is there anything else?” she asked, her voice tight with suppressed annoyance.
“Yes.” He tapped the second folder. “Some interesting information on Jed. A friend of his does work for the government. Mostly experimental military weapons. Some of the prototypes go missing for months at a time, then they reappear in inventory. Coincidentally, a few months after that, a dozen or so exactly like the prototype appear on the black market, usually in the Middle East. I haven’t connected all the dots, but so far everything leads to Jed.”
Dana’s bravado faded, as did her color. Her eyes widened. “That’s not possible. You’re saying he really is guilty of treason.”
“I’m saying there’s a possibility it’s real. When I have what I need, I’ll turn it over to the Feds.”
Dana still looked stunned. “I’ve known Jed all my life. I can’t believe this. I’ll accept he’s a bastard and treats his daughters like crap, but this is on a totally different level. It’s beyond wrong. Why would he sell out his country?”
Garth no longer cared about why Jed did anything. He simply wanted the old man ruined in every way possible. Having Jed make it easy almost took away from the sweet taste of victory, but it was a disappointment Garth would live with.
“I want to take this to Lexi,” Dana said.
“Those are your copies.”
She picked up the second folder, but didn’t open it. “You shouldn’t have gone after your sisters. They weren’t a part of any of this.”
“A Titan is a Titan,” he told her. It was how he’d started the game—believing they were all the same. Now he wasn’t so sure. Not that he would tell her that.
“You’re
