Power Switch (Power Play #3) - Kennedy L. Mitchell Page 0,76

foyer once again. I feel like a caged animal. So much needs to be done, to be handled, but instead I'm standing here doing nothing.

The phone in my pocket vibrates for what feels like the hundredth time in the last few hours. I slide it out and glance at the screen, already knowing who it’ll be.

“She's getting clingy,” Tank remarks with a tilt of his head toward the phone in my hand.

I grunt in acknowledgment. “She keeps telling me she feels like someone is following her. That she's scared.”

He arches a brow. “Not like you to just ignore something like that.”

I shake my head. “Normally I wouldn't. You know that. But this feels fishy. It just all of a sudden happened out of the blue. My gut is telling me she's making it up and using it as a way to get me to come around more.”

“Well, she is your fiancée,” he says with a chuckle.

“Shut your damn mouth,” I say with a smirk. “Not too much longer.”

“Yeah, if your mother has any say in it, she'll be your wife by the end of the year.”

I shudder. “That will not happen.”

“Even if she can help us?”

“Jessica?”

“No, you clown. Your mother. We know she has inside eyes and ears on the team. Maybe we should use it to our advantage instead of trying to eradicate the rat.”

My brows dip as I think through all the different ways what he's suggesting could go wrong. But am I willing to sink deeper into metaphorical debt with my conniving family?

Yes.

Fuck yes.

Every day, yes.

19

Randi

December

Waves crash somewhere in the distance. Taeler screeches in excitement nearby before a loud splash meets my ears. A lazy smile tugs at my lips. Behind my borrowed sunglasses, I keep my eyes closed, knowing there are at least ten agents protecting me in the distance, plus the few standing close. A relaxed sigh passes my lips. Beneath me, the heat from the pool deck seeps up through the lounge chair, keeping me warm even though I'm in a bathing suit and the soft breeze is crisp.

“This is the life,” I say to no one in particular.

Peeking one eye open, I search for my hunky agent. Dressed in shorts, a snug Dryfit shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, and armed to the teeth, he's sexy as hell.

Feeling the weight of my lusty stare, his gaze flicks to me.

“Aren't you glad we made you put the iPad down?”

Okay, yes, there was a little skirmish inside earlier when T and Trey tried to get me to come outside and relax. We've been here three days, and this is the first time I've allowed myself to enjoy the beautiful tropical island. Who could blame me though? I had nothing to compare it to. This is my first vacation… ever. I'm not one to relax anyway, and with everything else going on, it took them basically ripping the iPad out of my hands and pushing me outside to realize what I was missing.

“Maybe,” I grumble, not wanting to admit that they were right in making me leave the house.

Another screech from Taeler has me leaning up on my elbows to peer down to the beach. The sun glistens off the rolling waves. A beat of panic thumps in my chest until her head pops above the water, her wide smile clear from here.

“My view isn't so bad either.”

Dipping my chin, I give my head a shake while Trey grumbles something in exasperation.

“Thanks for the glasses.” I tap a finger against the steel frames.

He shrugs and goes back to scanning the area, giving me another moment to check him out without him noticing. Damn, he's hot. I love his suits, the way they fit him to perfection each and every day, but the shorts showing off his thick calf muscles and strong thighs are a very close second. I lick my lips and bite down on the lower one as I imagine the rest of the goods hidden beneath his clothes.

“My eyes are up here,” Trey says with a deep chuckle.

“Like you care that I'm checking you out.” To prove a point, I lean forward to get a better view of his tight ass.

He shifts, giving me a better angle.

“You two are ridiculous,” T complains.

“You'd be this way too if it’d been weeks since you got to squeeze that hot ass,” I whine. Falling back, I groan and wiggle against the towel. Weeks. Hell, it feels like years. But with everything going on, all the planning