Treasured (Masters and Mercenaries #22.5) - Lexi Blake Page 0,16
I going?”
“Argentina. You’re flying to Buenos Aires this evening. From there, you’re going to a city on the coast, and then to a private island.”
“So this is a close-cover assignment?” Who was she dealing with? She’d provided security for movie stars and politicians and businesspeople. South America would have its own unique problems, like any place would. Any place in the world could be dangerous under the right circumstances. “Is the client wealthy?”
“He’s from a wealthy family, and he would definitely be considered a high-value target, if that’s what you’re asking.” They’d made it to the top of the stairs, and Wade held the door open for her.
“Do we have any known threats?” It was kind of sad that she was hoping the answer would be yes. It had been a while since her adrenaline had been up. The last time she’d been shot at had been years ago. What she needed now was a good high-danger case to take her mind off the sexy professor.
She wondered what he was doing for spring break. It had to be coming up soon. Would he head out to his stepfather’s lake house? Or take some luxury vacay?
Her mom used to spend her spring breaks preparing for the rest of the school year.
“Not that Kyle found.” Wade started for the big guy’s office.
Who was Kyle protecting? And why Kyle? There was no doubt the man was good, but he wasn’t seasoned. If this was a client Taggart wanted to impress, why send Kyle?
“You’ve got some of Kyle’s notes in that folder, but he’s going to send you the rest. He worked on a lot of this at his place.” A wide smile came over Wade’s face. “Well, hello, pretty lady. I heard there was an angel up on this floor, but I didn’t believe it.”
She didn’t gag the way she would have if Wade had been genuinely trying to pick up Taggart’s admin with that line. He’d already picked her up and taken her out and gotten her pregnant. Geneva Rycroft gave her husband a grin. “You still have it, babe. That would totally work on me.”
When she’d started dating Michael, this was kind of what she’d been looking for. McKay-Taggart was full of happy couples who worked together and never seemed to have a single problem unless Big Tag pissed off Charlie and then got his lemon snacks taken away. That had been a rough week.
Wade leaned over and kissed his wife. “I’m glad to know I still got it. Is he in there?”
Genny nodded. “He’s been on the phone all morning. And you should know that some of your guys have already been up here planning how to give Kyle as much hell as possible for letting a Louis Vuitton suitcase take him down.”
“We’re going to give him so much shit.” Hutch leaned against the doorframe of his office. Greg Hutchins was McKay-Taggart’s resident IT expert. “My fiancée knows some crazy science stuff that will elevate all of my pranks.”
Yep, she had another wedding to go to. Hutch—the dude least likely to ever get married—was planning a wedding with a scientist cutie named Noelle. It would be the first wedding she had to go to since she and Michael had canceled theirs.
“Poor Kyle.” MaeBe Vaughn worked IT as well. She was the classic gamer girl, with purple hair, black lipstick, and combat boots. She was adorable, and the word around the office was Kyle was sweet on her. She settled her crossbody over her shoulder. “I’ve got to go pick up a cat from Kyle’s and pack a bag for him. He doesn’t know it, but he’s going to his mom’s place. He seems to think he can get up and down the stairs of the town house. Is he floating up them? David’s not going to be there, so he’ll end up starving to death.”
The mention of his name made her heart flutter.
Flutter. It was a stupid word, and an even stupider thing to do. She wanted to ask about why David wouldn’t be there. Did Kyle live with him? Was David taking a trip?
All of those bricks of information fell into place and reminded her that she wasn’t merely supposed to throw her body in front of bullets. She was also an investigator, and she could properly connect the dots.
David was a professor specializing in South American history and politics. Naturally his brother going on an assignment with him wouldn’t be considered a “job.”