reaching for her.
Emmy held a hand out to block the move. “Don’t you dare ‘Now, love’ me
and pat me on the head. I’m not a puppy.”
“No, love,” Dylan purred. “You’re my pussy kitty.”
“You are not going to distract me.” Emmy’s nostrils flared. “What are
you guys up to?”
“Ballocks!” Quentin said. “That wife of yours never keeps a secret.
Darcy will have my ass.”
Dylan sighed and reached for Emmy’s hand. “Haven’t you noticed Max’s
intense dislike for us?”
“Max just needs time to get to know us,” Emmy said. “Darcy says he’s a
great guy when he’s not being an asshole. Look at Joe,” she said with a nod
toward the Cuban. “He hated our guts.”
Joe raised an eyebrow. “Who says I still don’t?”
“Lily says so,” Emmy said with a nod. “Did you tell her a lie?”
Joe muttered under his breath and slumped into a chair.
Emmy turned to Pia. “What exactly were you supposed to do with Max?”
“Not what she did, obviously,” Quentin muttered.
Pia squirmed in her chair. She knew Emmy wouldn’t be pleased to hear
the details of her mission, or that Navarro’s first inclination was to kill Max
outright.
“I take it you slept with him?” Joe asked, his expression closed.
“Yeah, that was kind of the problem.”
“Why?” Emmy asked. “What were you supposed to do?”
Pia glanced around the room.
Dylan sighed and shrugged.
Pia took a deep breath. She may as well get this over with. “Um…I was
supposed to seduce him or turn him.”
“Turn him?” Joe’s brows drew together in a frightening scowl. “Over my
dead body.”
“Too late,” Quentin murmured.
Dylan frowned at both the male vamps. “Well, you almost got the first
part right, Pia. So what happened?”
“I fell asleep.”
Joe snorted.
“And when did you wake up?” Dylan asked.
“A couple of hours ago.”
Dylan stood still for a long moment, and then a grin teased the corners
of his mouth. He turned to Joe. “He’s going to be surly as a grizzly bear.”
Joe’s expression didn’t betray his thoughts. “Yup.”
“I want you to stick close,” Dylan said. “See if he says anything about
our girl here.”
Pia bristled at the “our girl”. “And what am I supposed to do in the
meantime?”
“Stay here,” Quentin said. “Out of trouble.”
Pia had the urge to click her heels and salute, but Quentin’s fierce
expression didn’t reassure her she was out of the woods yet.
“Let’s head to the station,” Dylan said.
“Try not to make it too obvious we’re sussing him out,” Quentin said,
looking at Joe. “Do you suppose he’ll put two and two together and figure out
we’re responsible for her being here?”
Joe rose from his chair. “Max is so ready to think the worst, he’ll
probably jump straight to believing it was a setup.”
“Then we have to make sure he never makes a firm connection,” Dylan
said. “Keep him doubting.”
“Pia,” Joe said, turning back to address her. “I want your promise you
won’t attempt to turn him.”
Pia lifted her chin. “I can’t do that.”
His face turned menacing. “Then I’ll have to tell him why you’re here.”
“Let’s see if she can win him over first,” Dylan said. “She may not
have to resort to draining him.”
“You’re not to move a muscle until we return,” Quentin said. “Got
that?”
Pia didn’t try to hide a scowl. Her hot stare should have blistered
their backsides as they swept out of the room.
“Whew!” Emmy said, fanning herself. “Was the testosterone stinking up
the place or what?”
Pia felt her lips twitching at the outrageous remark. “They are a bit
overwhelming.”
“Did you really shoot Quentin in the ass?” she asked, her face alight
with laughter. “God, what I wouldn’t have given to see the look on his face.”
“It was a Kodak moment, all right.”
The two women burst into laughter. Pia felt the tension drain away. For
the moment anyway, she
Emmy held a hand out to block the move. “Don’t you dare ‘Now, love’ me
and pat me on the head. I’m not a puppy.”
“No, love,” Dylan purred. “You’re my pussy kitty.”
“You are not going to distract me.” Emmy’s nostrils flared. “What are
you guys up to?”
“Ballocks!” Quentin said. “That wife of yours never keeps a secret.
Darcy will have my ass.”
Dylan sighed and reached for Emmy’s hand. “Haven’t you noticed Max’s
intense dislike for us?”
“Max just needs time to get to know us,” Emmy said. “Darcy says he’s a
great guy when he’s not being an asshole. Look at Joe,” she said with a nod
toward the Cuban. “He hated our guts.”
Joe raised an eyebrow. “Who says I still don’t?”
“Lily says so,” Emmy said with a nod. “Did you tell her a lie?”
Joe muttered under his breath and slumped into a chair.
Emmy turned to Pia. “What exactly were you supposed to do with Max?”
“Not what she did, obviously,” Quentin muttered.
Pia squirmed in her chair. She knew Emmy wouldn’t be pleased to hear
the details of her mission, or that Navarro’s first inclination was to kill Max
outright.
“I take it you slept with him?” Joe asked, his expression closed.
“Yeah, that was kind of the problem.”
“Why?” Emmy asked. “What were you supposed to do?”
Pia glanced around the room.
Dylan sighed and shrugged.
Pia took a deep breath. She may as well get this over with. “Um…I was
supposed to seduce him or turn him.”
“Turn him?” Joe’s brows drew together in a frightening scowl. “Over my
dead body.”
“Too late,” Quentin murmured.
Dylan frowned at both the male vamps. “Well, you almost got the first
part right, Pia. So what happened?”
“I fell asleep.”
Joe snorted.
“And when did you wake up?” Dylan asked.
“A couple of hours ago.”
Dylan stood still for a long moment, and then a grin teased the corners
of his mouth. He turned to Joe. “He’s going to be surly as a grizzly bear.”
Joe’s expression didn’t betray his thoughts. “Yup.”
“I want you to stick close,” Dylan said. “See if he says anything about
our girl here.”
Pia bristled at the “our girl”. “And what am I supposed to do in the
meantime?”
“Stay here,” Quentin said. “Out of trouble.”
Pia had the urge to click her heels and salute, but Quentin’s fierce
expression didn’t reassure her she was out of the woods yet.
“Let’s head to the station,” Dylan said.
“Try not to make it too obvious we’re sussing him out,” Quentin said,
looking at Joe. “Do you suppose he’ll put two and two together and figure out
we’re responsible for her being here?”
Joe rose from his chair. “Max is so ready to think the worst, he’ll
probably jump straight to believing it was a setup.”
“Then we have to make sure he never makes a firm connection,” Dylan
said. “Keep him doubting.”
“Pia,” Joe said, turning back to address her. “I want your promise you
won’t attempt to turn him.”
Pia lifted her chin. “I can’t do that.”
His face turned menacing. “Then I’ll have to tell him why you’re here.”
“Let’s see if she can win him over first,” Dylan said. “She may not
have to resort to draining him.”
“You’re not to move a muscle until we return,” Quentin said. “Got
that?”
Pia didn’t try to hide a scowl. Her hot stare should have blistered
their backsides as they swept out of the room.
“Whew!” Emmy said, fanning herself. “Was the testosterone stinking up
the place or what?”
Pia felt her lips twitching at the outrageous remark. “They are a bit
overwhelming.”
“Did you really shoot Quentin in the ass?” she asked, her face alight
with laughter. “God, what I wouldn’t have given to see the look on his face.”
“It was a Kodak moment, all right.”
The two women burst into laughter. Pia felt the tension drain away. For
the moment anyway, she
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