At first, I hadn’t paid attention and in all honesty, I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t overthinking and making something out of nothing. Ever since the first day, Gabe had weirdly reminded me to eat constantly. He’d dropped snacks off at Garrett’s office each day. He’d note if I skipped lunch or didn’t eat all of my dinner.
I thought nothing of it because, really, what was there to think about? But now, after Gabe had practically bit my head off about eating dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
And now I was pushing the uneaten portion of noodles around my plate and I knew Gabe was looking at me. I could’ve very easily finished my meal but for some reason, I was testing him. I wanted to know if he’d say something—demand I eat all my dinner.
But he remained quiet.
Then I figured I was being my normal idiot self, reaching for a story when there was none to be found. My mind had led me astray before—down the rabbit hole which ended with a fluffy bunny and her babies instead of a news article worth reporting.
Seriously, my mind was a curse—it never turned off. Switching gears I went back to thinking about the report I’d read on Aaron Cardon, the businessman who’d died in a plane crash. Owen was right, his profile was too clean. Everything that Owen had found was a perfect timeline of his life. It felt like there was too much information about Aaron on the internet, especially considering he’d died ten years ago.
And just as fast as Aaron had come to mind, all thoughts of him floated away and the situation with Abrams came rushing back.
“She’s fascinating to watch.” Owen chuckled.
“Who?” I looked up from my spaghetti. “Me?”
“Yep. You look lost in space. But every time you think about something new your facial expression changes. By my count, you were thinking about three different things,” Owen explained.
I felt my face flush with embarrassment.
Was I that easy to read?
Owen smiled triumphantly and said, “Another thought.”
“Do you think Garrett—” My question was interrupted by Owen’s phone ringing.
“Speak of the devil.”
Owen swiped the screen, tapped the speaker icon, and set the phone on the table.
“Garrett,” Owen greeted. “You’re on speaker with Evette and Gabe.”
“Delilah made contact,” Garrett cut straight to it.
“Where is she?” Gabe asked.
“Haven’t been able to trace the email yet. Which tells me she either didn’t send Evette the pictures or she wanted Evette to know it was her. The woman’s good. Her IP is bounced to half a dozen locations and she set up the new email account with a VPN out of Paris. I’ll find her but it’s gonna take a hot minute. But she sent a video. I need Evette at the office so she can verify what I’m watching.”
I was already out of my chair rushing to get my shoes, thus I missed the rest of the conversation. And by the time I made it back to the table our plates had been cleared.
“Ready?” I inquired, looking between the men.
The two of them couldn’t be more different in their appearances. Owen looked amused, his hazel eyes danced with mirth, and his lips were upturned into a smile. No doubt the man was handsome—tall, broad shoulders. He obviously worked out—as in a lot. But it was the graying at his temples that gave him a sexy edge. Gabe on the other hand was not smiling, he didn’t look amused, and his brown eyes pinned me in place. He was a smidgen taller than Owen. Just a tiny bit broader. A wee bit more muscular. But all those bits added up into one super-hot imposing man.
Just like that my thoughts swung to him naked. The thrill of his size when he was on top of me—thrusting, grinding, filling me.
“And…we’ve lost her,” Owen muttered.
Heat crept up my chest and warmed my cheeks.
“We’ll meet you at the office,” Gabe told Owen, yet his eyes stayed locked with mine.
Not good. All that did was remind me of his predatory gaze when he slid inside of me.
“Copy that.”
There was humor in Owen’s tone but he said nothing else as he walked out the door, leaving us alone.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I was out of line,” Gabe admitted.
“It was no big deal.”
“It was. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”
“Forgiven and forgotten,” I returned.
“I believe the forgiven part. But I know you were chewing on it all through dinner. If you’re worried