Lawe and Jonas. She hadn’t expected Jonas.
Thor glared down at Lawe.
Not that he had far to glare. At six-two, Lawe wasn’t much shorter than Thor. At six-five, Jonas was exactly the same height.
“Thor, we’ll talk later,” Diane told him warningly before glancing to the other men. “The four of you get some sleep. Your checks will be ready by morning and we’ll all head home.”
Thor grunted in disapproval as the others rose from their seats. Aaron pushed himself up, grabbed the crutches Thor had somehow managed to find and with the other two limped to the door.
“Later, boss.”
“See ya, boss.”
“Damned busybodies,” Thor muttered before pushing the other half of the double door open and moving through it.
Brick slammed it closed as he and a limping Aaron left the room last, leaving her alone with Jonas and Lawe.
At least they hadn’t suggested they stay and protect her, she thought angrily. No thanks to Lawe. He’d ensured her men had every reason to question her orders as well as her competence.
Bracing herself against the end of the table and crossing one ankle over the other, Diane waited.
The doors closed as both Jonas and Lawe entered the room, stopping at the seating several feet from her.
“I can smell the irritation.” Jonas’s lips curled in amusement as he watched her from those eerie silver eyes.
“I imagine you can see it fairly easy as well,” she drawled, her gaze flicking to Lawe before returning to Jonas. “I’d really prefer not to fight with the two of you at the moment. So leave.”
Jonas’s head inclined in mocking agreement but didn’t comment as he and Lawe watched her silently for several long moments.
“Rachel’s concerned,” Jonas finally admitted. “I’m here to see if I can fix the situation.”
Diane’s lips thinned. She shot Lawe a furious glare before turning to the director.
“So tell me, Jonas, why would the Bureau feel the need to spy on me and my men? When did you decide we couldn’t be trusted?”
“You weren’t being shadowed because you couldn’t be trusted,” Jonas responded sharply, his own irritation creasing his expression. “You should know that.”
“I’m not talking about your Breed goons,” she snapped. “And you should know it.”
If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn he had no idea what she was talking about. He and Lawe glanced at each other before she sensed the tension that suddenly filled the room and stretched between them.
“What’s happened, Diane?” It was Lawe that rasped out the question, not Jonas.
Her brow lifted.
His brows lowered into a brooding frown. “Keep giving me that look, sweetheart, and I promise you’ll have reason to suspect a hell of a lot of things, but my motives won’t be one of them.”
“What about the bugs we just found in the room? Placed here while I was conveniently busy in Jonas’s suite? Tell me, Lawe, do you think, compounded by your Breeds following me, that may have aided my suspicions where your motives are concerned?”
Lawe’s head jerked to the side, his gaze cutting as it sliced to Jonas, almost in accusation.
“Not me.” Jonas lifted his hands in denial as he faced Lawe’s wrath. “Hell, Lawe, you’re the one I give the order to if we bug someone. Did I give you an order?”
Lawe’s lips thinned. “Where are they?”
Silently, she pointed her thumb over her shoulder and watched as each man moved around her to the tiny devices that had been left on the table.
Neither man touched them. They bent close, their gazes trained on the devices as she watched silently. Her eyes locked on Lawe’s bent back and she swore she could feel her mouth watering for him.