Strong, Sleek and Sinful - By Lorie O'Clare Page 0,74
blame him for not being able to keep names straight.
“Yeah. No student wires her home like Kylie has. The security system she’s installed is more sophisticated than most people can afford.”
“Kylie Dover?” Noah asked.
“Yeah. Why? Do you know her?” It never crossed Perry’s mind that Kylie could possibly be more than a novice detective out to get herself off on some warped obsession with chasing bad guys. Now that he thought about it, if she was connected with some agency it would explain a hell of a lot, except for the part about her intense secretiveness.
“No. Not a Kylie Dover,” Noah said, sounding sincere enough to believe. “If she were an agent there would be no reason why she wouldn’t tell you.”
“True.” He stared at his beer bottle and then shifted his attention to his computer screen. “So what can you tell me about this Web site?”
“Rain is checking it out now. I don’t think she wants me drooling over all of the pictures.”
A wounded female voice in the background made Perry smile, although he wasn’t amused. Kylie would tell him if she was FBI or a private detective. There wouldn’t be any reason why she wouldn’t. Noah was right.
There was another reason she was protecting herself so thoroughly. Which meant that either she was a novice detective or whatever was in that bedroom had nothing to do with the case and she had another secret. It was becoming quite apparent he wasn’t going to let it drop until he knew the truth, which meant he needed to push the hot little blonde even harder. Fucking her harder sounded damn good as well.
“Perry, it looks as if you’ve got quite a scene going on down there. I’ll do some checking and should be able to get you a physical address on this Web site’s ISP tomorrow. You’re right about it being based in Kansas City.”
“I knew it. Send me the proof as soon as you’ve got it.”
“Will do. And keep me posted on your new conquest.”
“Conquest?”
“Whatever, man. I haven’t been FBI all these years to not recognize the tone in your voice. If you haven’t fucked her already, you’re planning on doing it soon.”
“Either way is none of your business.”
“Okay, so you already have.” Noah laughed in Perry’s ear, undaunted by Perry biting his head off.
Which was a mistake. Perry should know better after all these years. Chewing Noah’s ass got him going, and he was ready to spar. Perry leaned back in his chair, growling into the phone. Noah was one hell of a detective and always had been. The only way to keep information from him was to keep your mouth shut.
Another thing about Noah, though: he was loyal to a fault.
“If she were FBI, could you tell me?”
“Sure. As long as she wasn’t working undercover.”
Chapter 13
Kylie got out of her car at the library when her phone rang. Glancing at the number, she groaned. There wasn’t any avoiding the call, but she sure didn’t want to take it. Placing her laptop case on top of her car, she took in the cars in the parking lot and who was walking on the sidewalks and coming and going from the library as she answered.
“This is Donovan,” she said officially.
“Donovan, I’m going to kick your ass,” John Athey yelled into the phone.
“Take a number,” she said, and rolled her eyes. She really didn’t have time for this crap. “The cameras are on and running properly. I’m headed into the library to meet with some kids and learn if and who might be talking to Peter. Anything else you needed, Chief?”
“Don’t fucking patronize me,” he hissed, sounding as though his blood pressure would go through the roof any minute. “I’ve gone through your file. Your level of insubordination won’t fly in this town, missy.”
“Look through the file again. You’ll get your man. I always deliver.”
“Many agents deliver,” he came back without a breath. “That security system is in your house for a goddamn reason. Don’t think I won’t pull someone else in on this case if you pull a stunt like that again. See how you like that on your permanent record.”
“I could handle a vacation.” She hated threats, hated them more than anything. “You want me to go talk to these kids, or contact my travel agent?”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he snarled.
“Fine. Oh, and tomorrow night I’m going over to four of these teenage girls’ home for dinner. Their mom invited me,” she added, and then breathed in deeply.