single room without you being nervous our kids are going to walk in on us. I wouldn’t give a shit because I think sex is natural and they should know their father wants their mother with every breath he takes. But you aren’t going to like that. So, lots of rooms and cameras. They’ll be taught to let us know when they’re coming to us.”
He made that a statement. A decree. He was going to have her at any time, in any of the rooms they had. Outside by the pool. Hell. Anywhere.
Her reaction was typical Breezy. She laughed softly. He felt the sound in the palm of his hand. Felt her pulse. Was damn grateful she took him back and was capable of accepting him the way he was. He’d try like hell to learn. To be better for her, but he loved that she took him the way he was, a fucked-up mess with so many flaws they couldn’t be counted.
She turned back toward the house and pressed the back of her head into his chest. “If no one ever comes out to confirm he’s there, is there another way to find out?”
Her voice shook, and he glanced down sharply. His woman had been holding it together, pretending she wasn’t so anxious she wanted to scream. The tremor he felt running through her body told him it was all she could do not to run over there and bang on the front door of that beautiful, serene mansion.
“We’ll find out, but we’ll have to wait until nightfall, baby. We can’t go in blind. We don’t know where he is or how close they are to him. If he’s in one room and they’re in another, we’re golden, but if someone has their hand”—in his mind an image of a knife rose and his stomach lurched—“on him, then we have to be more careful. I know it’s difficult to wait. You’ve been a trouper through this, but we’re in the home stretch. I have a gut feeling about this and I’m usually not wrong. The others feel the same way. In a couple of hours, Lana’s going to change her appearance and go out on the boat. She should be able to get close enough to see what’s happening from that angle.”
“Has Code gotten back to you with any more information?” She pushed at her hair and looked over her shoulder at him again. “It’s strange to think he looks like he does and he’s all about computers. He’s so good on them, but he looks as lethal as any of you.”
Steele remembered Code as a little boy, thin and small for his age. He wasn’t thin and small now. He had never gained the six feet he wanted to be, but that didn’t matter, he was close, and he’d filled out, all defined muscle, not an ounce of fat on him. He kept his dark blond hair closely cropped. His whiskey-colored eyes were intense. He wore a short beard, more like scruff really, and the same with his barely there mustache.
“He was trained as an assassin just like the rest of us.” Deliberately he kept away from their sexual training. He didn’t want Breezy reminded of that. He knew it made people uncomfortable to think about the way adults had used them or how they were in such control of their bodies. He didn’t want her to ever think he’d seduced her to get his way—and he had. He’d have to admit that to her if she asked.
“Code works out every day and still trains like we all do. He’s very, very good on a computer. That’s his weapon of choice, but he’s no less lethal with any other kind of weapon.” He was glad she’d followed her question with something he could divert her attention with because so far, Code hadn’t responded to any of their queries that morning, and it wasn’t like him. That was worrisome.
Waiting was always the most difficult part. He’d learned patience in a hard school. They all had. They could stay still for hours. They could go without sleep. They could endure torture and lack of food. He’d had years of that shit and his body was used to it. All Breezy could think about was her child, where he knew how to distract his mind.
“All of you are different ages. I’m a little surprised by the fact that you’re the vice president when several are older than you by a few