Page 13 of Toxic Truth
While she cleaned up then found bowls, plates, and utensils, he brought a laptop to the table and a landline phone.
“Are you using a phone because it’s more secure than Skype?”
“Not exactly.” He powered up his computer. “I wasn’t sure you wanted Hank seeing you.” He slung his arm over the chairback and took her in as he had outside. “Not that you don’t look amazing, but I didn’t want to spook you.”
Already, he knew her too well. “I like keeping the lowest profile available.”
“Which you’ll do here, believe me. Only I’ll know your deepest, darkest secrets.” He offered a sly grin. “And I’m not telling.”
She laughed, the good, deep kind that relaxed and refreshed. “Bad boy.” She wagged the wooden spoon at him. “You need to take lessons from your babies.”
“You’re sure about that?” He stroked the chair lightly and teasingly, as he might a woman’s nipples.
Hers tightened.
“You like your men docile?”
Not him, not ever. In bed, she’d want him unleashed, asking nothing, taking everything because she’d already agreed. Him on top or beneath her, in front, and behind, his cock filling each opening, his weighty and warm balls tapping her ass and then her chin when she went down on him. “I doubt even handcuffs and a blindfold would make you that way.”
His eyes rounded. “You’re into that stuff?”
Heat burned her face and throat. “I was trying to illustrate my point, not speaking literally.”
“Uh-huh.”
She shouldn’t have liked his teasing, but did. “Your call to Hank?”
“Right.” Rather than lift the receiver, he fingered the flash drives. “Shouldn’t I download these first?”
“You could try, but they’re password protected and encrypted.”
He whistled. “Damn, you don’t fool around. You’re amazing, know that?”
Hell yeah, she did. Belief in her abilities was the only thing that got her through school and work. Still, his praise and approving smile quickened her pulse. She liked both far better than him complimenting her on silly stuff like looks. “Thanks.” She took a slight bow.
“You should be opening this data while I get dinner.” He stood.
She pushed him back down. “Call Hank. Put him on speaker.” It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Lucas, but expecting him to remember and relate everything his boss said wasn’t something she wanted. “Please.”
“Will do.” He patted her hand and punched in a number.
Each unanswered ring made her heart jump.
Click. “Hey.” Hank’s voice wasn’t as deep as Lucas’s but still impressed. “It’s late. What’s up?”
“Kenzie Caltrane. A woman who needs our help.”
On the other end, rattling and a female voice sounded in the background, then tapping sounds, like someone keying into a computer. “Give me the details.”
“I need a towing service at my property pronto to remove her car. Here are the coordinates.”
She forgot to stir the stew, not understanding how Lucas could know latitude and longitude without a compass. He hadn’t used one when they’d been outside.
The clicking stopped. “She crashed?”
“No. The vehicle’s stuck in the mud. We need it away from here and hidden ASAP.”
She tapped Lucas’s shoulder. “Tell him about the hit out on me.”