Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
She should. She should run. It was stupid, but she couldn’t help herself. “I told you I would.” Maybe there was a reason it was a cycle. Maybe it worked. If she went into the very compartmentalized sexual relationship with her eyes wide open and the plan to fuck him out of her system, it could work. She wasn’t walking into a trap. She was smart. Everyone told her. “I’ll be at the club.”
“And then I’ll show you,” he vowed.
“For fuck’s sake, this is a damn conference room.” Big Tag stood in the doorway, his head shaking. “Business is conducted here. Were you raised by wolves? I’m going to talk to your mother.”
Lou stiffened and started to press him away, but TJ simply kissed her softly.
“Until tonight, then.” He stepped back with a shake of his head, turning to his uncle. “Yeah, like none of my cousins were conceived on that table. We have ears, you know.”
“I wasn’t conceived on the conference table, was I?” Kenzie walked in behind her dad, a laptop in her arms.
“No. I’m pretty sure it was my desk. Why do you think I keep it around?” Big Tag quipped.
“Is there a reason my sister and Kala are trying to kill each other?” Oliver Knight stepped into the conference room.
“Did Kala do that thing where she scares the shit out of someone by promising bloody vengeance but not today?” Kenzie asked, settling in.
Kenzie knew her twin well. “She did. Samantha decided she would rather get the vengeance over with.”
“Well, I wasn’t offered a choice. I like to delay vengeance whenever I can. I loved this suit,” Oliver said, his full lips pouting like he was a cover model selling sex.
“It’s okay. I’ll jump you again at some point,” TJ promised.
“You will not,” Lou whispered under her breath.
He turned her way. “Are you saying that as my girlfriend or my sub? Because I’d probably do what my girlfriend told me to do.”
Big Tag made a gagging sound.
She was going to start ignoring him. And TJ. “Are we having this meeting? I would like to get my hands on whatever the Knights have discovered.”
So she could start taking it apart because TJ wasn’t involved with an arms dealer.
“I’m afraid that’s going to have to wait,” Oliver announced.
“And why is that?” Big Tag frowned down at Oliver.
“I told you I’ve been working with someone. I need to bring him in,” Oliver said. “He’s getting on a plane right now. He’ll be here in roughly four hours, but we need to meet him somewhere else. He’s a foreign intelligence operative, and we can’t have him running around an office where everyone knows the twins. How do you do this? Does one of you take meetings and the other listens in? We’ll need to vet the meet spot. I was serious. I consider you family, Kenzie. I’m not about to betray you. I like Ben. He’s a good man, but I don’t trust anyone with this knowledge outside of my parents and siblings.”
“You should keep it that…” Big Tag’s expression had fallen. “Ben? Please tell me he’s not Canadian.”
Kenzie was practically jumping in her seat. “Ben. Lou, it’s my Ben.”
“Are we talking about that dude from the Australian op?” TJ asked. “The one you guys had tied to a bench? Is this his form of revenge? And why would Kenzie care?”
Because Kenz had been half in love with the handsome Canadian spy.
Kenzie grinned up at her dad, her hands clasped together. “Please, Daddy. Can I have the pretty man? Tasha got one. I need one too.”
Ian’s head hit the table.
Yeah, this was going to be fun.
* * * *
TJ glanced at the clock. Seven thirty. They could knock this meeting out and be on the dungeon floor in less than an hour. One hour and Lou would be at his mercy.
He didn’t intend to have any.
You don’t get to ignore me most of our lives and then snap your fingers and get everything you want.
Her words still haunted him hours later. Ignore her? She was always on his mind, always lurking around in the back.
If he couldn’t convince her, would she haunt him forever—the future he couldn’t have?
“Are we sure the roof isn’t going to cave in?” His uncle looked up, squinting as though trying to see cracks in the ceiling.
Cooper groaned. “The roof is fine. The building is sound, and if you walk through my dungeon again with a safety checklist, I’m going to give you a rundown on all the scenes your spawn have run on each apparatus.”
Big Tag hadn’t been happy about having this meeting with the Canadian operative at The Hideout, but TJ had insisted. Oh, he’d given a bunch of reasons why it would be safer for the twins and their secret to hold this in the conference room at the small club the group had bought and was currently renovating. The Hideout had started in an unattached garage on the rambling property Cooper, Aidan, and Tristan shared. Tristan’s parents had bought the place when they thought Tristan would be coming home from the Army and getting married. Years later, he still used it as his place to bunk down between assignments, though TJ had heard he hadn’t been home in a long time.