Hot on Her Heels. Сьюзен Мэллери

“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.

      DANA PACED IN LEXI’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.”

      Dana settled across from her desk. “Take all the time you need. You have a lot going on.”

      Lexi leaned back in her chair. “I’m having a baby. Women do it every day.”

      “I don’t care about them, I care about you. You’re my friend.”

      “Thank