Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,67

She knew exactly what she was doing. She was taking a little of herself back last night after getting embarrassed at the thought of Ignacio touching her personal things. I look across the kitchen island and glare at him.

He narrows his eyes at me.

“Stay away from her.”

“Me?” He taps his thumb against his chest, but then a slow smile pulls at his lips. “Don’t be mad at me. I can’t help it if your girl is interested in a little Latin lovin’.”

“Torres,” Flynn groans. “Now isn’t the time.”

“It’ll be hard to do your job without a fucking tongue,” I warn. Damn near impossible actually since he’s the interpreter for BBS.

To show his skills, Ignacio lifts his hands and tells me to go fuck myself in sign language.

“He wouldn’t,” Flynn assures me before turning to the demon in the room. “You wouldn’t, right?”

Ignacio straightens. “Never.”

There’s sincerity in his eyes, and deep down I know he wouldn’t, but fuck if I’m not utterly territorial over that woman.

“And that’s two down,” Gaige mutters before turning to place his empty cup in the sink.

“Two?” Brooks asks.

“Him and Deacon, both of them in love and down for the count.”

I stare at Gaige like he’s grown a second head, but I don’t bother opening my mouth to argue with the man. If what I feel for Whitney isn’t love, I don’t know what it is.

“Can we finish this up?” Flynn asks with a sigh. “I need some fucking sleep.”

“That shitty hotel she stayed in the other night is going to be best,” Jude says, switching gears instantly. “It’s off the beaten path, there isn’t much traffic, and people mind their damn business in places like that because they don’t want anyone in theirs.”

“Tonight?” I ask.

“Tomorrow night,” Flynn says. “We need to give the FBI time to get some things set up.”

I nod, leaning in closer as they run through even the minutest detail to make sure the plan goes off without a hitch.

It’s another hour before they file out of my apartment, and I’m grateful for the squeeze of reassurance Ignacio gives my shoulder on the way out.

“Yes, sir?” Flynn says, looking past me down the hall as if it held the explanation for his continued confusion.

The second the door snaps closed, I’m moving. I have a very sexy woman with a lot of explaining to do. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing putting on that little show in front of my friends.

Chapter 28

Whitney

Silence fills the apartment. I’m not eavesdropping, but the low murmur of guys that could be heard minutes ago has faded away. Simon paws at the bedroom door, anxious to get out and explore, but Wren hasn’t come to me yet. His command was clear.

My nerves are shot, but in the most delicious way this time rather than out of fear.

Yes, Sir?

Where the hell did that come from?

I said it more than once in my dreams last night, and it must’ve been enough to seep into my brain because the two syllables didn’t have any trouble dropping from my lips in front of a handful of other men.

That submission made me feel powerful. Made me want to do anything Wren wanted me to, short of sharing me with any of those guys. I need to make sure he knows that’s one of my hard limits.

“Whitney!” I begin to tremble with the sound of my name being called, but my ass is off the bed, hand reaching for the doorknob in the next breath.

I don’t find him in the living room or in the kitchen, and silence surrounds me, thick enough, I can hear my own ragged intake of breath. Chills of anticipation wash over my skin as I continue my search.

I slow my steps, but he doesn’t call for me again. Once was enough. This is a game we’re playing, and even though I’m on the hunt for him, it doesn’t make me feel any less like the prey.

I creep in the direction of his room, noticing that the door is cracked, but there isn’t a speck of light coming from inside hinting at what could be on the other side. My heart is pounding, a staccato rhythm in my ears as I inch forward. My hand trembles as I use the tip of one finger to push it open.

I’m half afraid he’s going to jump out of the corner and try to scare the shit out of me. He doesn’t, but that doesn’t stop the gasp from escaping when