Hot on Her Heels (4 page)

“They're powerful in ways you can't understand, but what you're doing is wrong.” She eyed him over her glass. “And you know it.”

“Now you're reading minds?”

“You claim to know me. Why can't it work both ways?”

“Because I've been studying you. Can you say the same?”

“You're not that interesting.”

“Now you're lying. You find me very interesting.”

Was it hot in here or was it her? Dana put her wine back on the table and grabbed her fork. Only she wasn't
that hungry anymore and the sensations in her stomach had little to do with the food she'd eaten.

She knew he was playing her. He was good at it and she wasn't. She didn't do the game thing. She was direct, maybe too direct. In her personal relationships she said what she wanted. If the guy didn't want to hear it, he was gone.

But being with Garth was anything but straightforward. Like a perpetual game of cat and mouse.

“Are you in for the night?” she asked as she came to her feet.

He stood. “Yes.”

“Then I'm going. I'll be on your tail tomorrow, annoying you. You're heading to the office at the usual time?”

“Yes.”

His dark eyes seemed to see more than they should. Talk about unnerving.

She reached in her jeans pocket for her keys and turned to leave.

“Or you could stay.”

Four little words. Four syllables. Taken apart, they meant almost nothing, but together…

Or you could stay.

Was he asking what she thought he was asking?

Stupid question.

It was a joke, she told herself quickly. It had to be a joke. He wanted her to say yes, so he could laugh at her. He wanted her to consider for even a second that
he wanted her. Because men like him were never interested in women like her. It was one of life's rules and didn't bother her a bit.

She turned back and met his dark gaze, then raised her eyebrows. “I don't think so. But thanks for asking.”

Nothing about his expression changed. “If you're sure.”

Sure that she didn't want to have sex with him? Oh, yeah. She was beyond sure. She had very specific rules and one of them said she was always in control. He would never allow that and she would never accept anything else.

There was also the issue of not being sure if he'd tried to blow up Izzy and knowing he was doing his best to ruin his sisters, which she probably should have thought of first, damn him.

“I'm sure,” she said.

“Another time, then.”

“Again, I don't think so.”

He gave her a slow, sexy smile. One that spoke of confidence. It was the smile of a man who knew women.

“I do.”

He was trying to rattle her. He wanted her to react, to question herself, to engage. That so wasn't going to happen.

She walked to the front door and let herself out without saying anything. But all the way down the elevator, through the lobby and out to her truck, she had
the feeling that he was still with her. Not in a scary, stalker kind of way, but almost as if the essence of him lingered.

“He's just a guy,” she muttered as she started the engine. “Nothing special.”

The good news was there was no one else around to point out it was very possible that she was lying.

 

G
ARTH HAD ARRANGED THE
meeting for ten. At thirty seconds before the hour, Agnes buzzed to let him know Dana had arrived. Garth stood, interested in seeing her again. If he didn't know better, he would say she'd been disconcerted the night before. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on his part. Dana was a strong woman—she wouldn't let herself be vulnerable for any man. Not an unexpected reaction, considering her past.

She walked into his office, her head held high, the set of her shoulders determined. She wore a plain blue shirt tucked into jeans, and boots.

“No uniform?” he asked by way of greeting.

“I wasn't kidding about taking a leave of absence.”

She didn't wear makeup or earrings or anything remotely feminine. There was a toughness about her. A wariness. He wondered if she knew her determination to never show a soft side only made him more aware that there was something she was trying to hide.

She was the kind of woman who gave as good as she got. Which made him think about her naked. Not
just because he was intrigued by the concealed curves, but because she would expect to take charge. It would be a battle of wills…which was the kind of battle he most enjoyed.

“I hope the Titan sisters appreciate all you're doing for them,” he said, leading her to the sofas by the corner of the large office.

“We look out for each other. That's what friends do. Not that you would know anything about that.”

“Speaking of which…” He glanced at his watch. “Nick should be here soon.”

Something flashed in her brown eyes and was gone before he could read it. “Nick's not coming. Izzy called me while I was driving over. Something came up.”

Garth knew nothing showed on his face. He was a master at keeping his thoughts to himself, so she couldn't know he was disappointed. Nick had every reason to be pissed as hell at him, but Garth had hoped to lure his former friend to his office with news about Izzy. He'd thought they would have a chance to talk. Apparently Nick wasn't ready to move on.

Garth knew he only had himself to blame. He'd crossed the line and betrayed a friend. He might regret what he'd done, but he couldn't change what had happened.

“Then it's just the two of us,” he said, motioning to one of the sofas.

Dana sat down. He settled next to her and reached for the folder on the glass coffee table.

“I've been investigating the explosion on the oil rig,” he said, passing Dana the latest report from his private investigator. “I don't have proof yet, but I suspect that Jed is at the heart of this. The guy who set the explosion is Cuban—a known expert. Currently he's working out of Mexico. My people are tracing the payments. He didn't use a Swiss bank, so that's in our favor. We should be able to get information on who paid, but it's taking time.”

Dana stared at him. “Meaning you couldn't hack into a Swiss bank, but you can get into a different one? Can you give me the name so I don't put my money there?”

“We don't hack in,” he told her. “We get information.”

“A subtle difference.”

“Life is nuance.”

“Thanks for the tip, but you're not the Zen master and I'm not your little grasshopper.”

He stared at her, noting the flecks of gold in her irises. “Someone didn't get her coffee this morning. Should I order some?”

“I'm not an idiot.”

“Since when does coffee imply stupid?”

She glared at him. “You know what I mean.”

“I haven't got a clue.”

The muscles in her jaw tensed. He'd annoyed her, which was fun on many levels.

“You take yourself too seriously,” he told her.

“You're getting on my last nerve. I'm armed. Don't mess with me.”

The thought of her with a gun didn't bother him in the least.

“We could wrestle for it,” he suggested.

For a second he thought she was going to actually spit in rage. Instead she drew in a breath and picked up the folder.

“Is there anything else?” she asked, her voice tight with suppressed annoyance.

“Yes.” He tapped the second folder. “Some interesting information on Jed. A friend of his does work for the government. Mostly experimental military weapons. Some of the prototypes go missing for months at a time, then they reappear in inventory. Coincidentally, a few months after that, a dozen or so exactly like the prototype appear on the black market, usually in the Middle East. I haven't connected all the dots, but so far everything leads to Jed.”

Dana's bravado faded, as did her color. Her eyes widened. “That's not possible. You're saying he really is guilty of treason.”

“I'm saying there's a possibility it's real. When I have what I need, I'll turn it over to the Feds.”

Dana still looked stunned. “I've known Jed all my life. I can't believe this. I'll accept he's a bastard and treats his daughters like crap, but this is on a totally different level. It's beyond wrong. Why would he sell out his country?”

Garth no longer cared about why Jed did anything. He simply wanted the old man ruined in every way
possible. Having Jed make it easy almost took away from the sweet taste of victory, but it was a disappointment Garth would live with.

“I want to take this to Lexi,” Dana said.

“Those are your copies.”

She picked up the second folder, but didn't open it. “You shouldn't have gone after your sisters. They weren't a part of any of this.”

“A Titan is a Titan,” he told her. It was how he'd started the game—believing they were all the same. Now he wasn't so sure. Not that he would tell her that.

“You're a Titan.”

“Only technically. Besides, they'll be fine. They have you to protect them.”

She raised her chin, as if facing a challenge. “I'm more than ready to take you down.”

“So you keep telling me. Talk is cheap.”

Annoyance tightened her face and he knew she was searching for some scathing comeback. Or something heavy to throw at him.

Dana took her responsibilities very seriously. She
would
worry about her friends and do anything in her power to protect them. But who looked after her?

She would say she didn't need protecting, that she was fine. But was it true? Or were there vulnerabilities she hid from the world?

“Is there anything else?” she asked.

“That's all I have, unless you'd like to arm wrestle for dominance.”

She ignored that and stood. He rose and stepped beside her as she walked to the door. Instinctively, he put his hand on the small of her back, as if to guide her out of the office.

He hadn't planned the touch. It was something a man did in the presence of a woman. A polite gesture, nothing more.

But as he felt the warmth of her skin through her shirt, it seemed like more. It seemed…intimate.

She glanced up at him, her brown eyes clouded with emotions he couldn't read but could guess. Wariness. Maybe fear. Which made him want to tell her that everything was going to be all right. As if he could predict the outcome of any of this.

“I can make it to the door on my own,” she said, moving away. “But thanks for trying to help.”

“You're prickly.”

“Part of my charm.”

Part of the way she protected herself.

He wanted to tell her that she could trust him—that he wasn't her enemy. But that wasn't true. He was exactly who she should be wary of—he was her worst nightmare. A man willing to do anything to win.

“Until tonight,” he said.

“It's not a date. I'm there to watch you. My ultimate goal is to see you in jail for the rest of your life.”

He tapped the folders she held. “Maybe it was, but it's not anymore. I'm not the bad guy and you know it. But you're welcome to watch anytime you want.”

Her jaw clenched and then she was gone. Garth smiled as he returned to his desk. Dana made things interesting and he liked that in a woman.

 

D
ANA PACED IN
L
EXI'S
office. The fountain and the spa music in the background were supposed to be soothing. Instead it made her want to climb the walls. Or shoot something.

After she was done here, she would go work out for a couple of hours. Maybe take out her frustrations on a punching bag.

Lexi glanced up from the folders. Her normally pale skin had gone white, her eyes were wide.

“Did you read this?” she asked.

Dana nodded. “Scary stuff.”

“I can't believe it, but even as I say that, there's a part of me that isn't surprised. Jed's ruthless. He's always been that way. He pretties it up when he has to, but it's there. Still, he could have killed his own daughter. Did he even care that Izzy was on the oil rig? What about the other lives? But hey, winning is all that matters, right?” Her voice rose as she spoke, her tone got more shrill.

Dana moved to the desk and looked at her. “Deep breaths. Baby on board and all that. Try to stay calm.”

Lexi nodded and exhaled slowly. “I know. I'll be okay. I'm just in shock. Jed doing all this. Treason.” She sighed. “I need to think about this. We need a plan. The next step. I'm going to need a little time.”