checked into his background before we went out. He’s as bland on paper as he is in real life.” At his smug smile, she frowned. “He’s a nice man. Very normal.”
“Right.”
Storm continued, not sure why she needed Rafe to know Hank wasn’t a total loser. “Yeah. Hank’s a real keeper. He wined and dined me. Trust me, the last thing on his mind was having me run down with a car.”
His smugness faded. “So sorry you had your evening ruined.”
Remembering how disappointed and bored she’d been, as opposed to how exciting her Saturday morning had been, she changed the subject. “Did you come up with anything today?”
“Why would I be checking into anything? I only showed at your place to make sure you were okay. You are. End of story.”
What she knew of the man told her otherwise. Even the files she’d borrowed from Remy, their IT guru, described him as determined, dangerous and dogged. “Right. So what did you find?”
He sighed. “I’m still waiting for a rundown on the car. What do your uncle and brothers think of the incident?”
“I didn’t want them to worry until I knew more. If it’s a drunk driver, what can they do but fuss over a bruised leg? I have work to do, and two brothers hovering over me isn’t conducive to getting anything done.”
“I’m surprised you can’t tell them, then persuade them with your mind control to leave you alone.”
“I wish. And it’s not mind control, exactly. Just an ability to suggest things. Besides, my mojo doesn’t work on family.” Or on you, not the way it should. Now why is that? “So how do you know what I can do, anyway? It’s not exactly common knowledge.”
“We have a file on everyone in your organization. Just as you have one on all of us. I’m surprised you didn’t know about my visions.”
“We speculated, but you confirmed it. I mean, we know who you Westlake agents are, but sometimes we’re not quite sure what you can do.” This was the perfect opportunity to put her ability to the test. “And I know you want to tell me everything you know about me and my family. Everything.” She directed a burst of energy at him and stared directly into his eyes.
He maintained eye contact but said nothing.
“Rafe?”
“Hmm?” He seemed distracted.
Relieved he was like all the others, she waited.
“Storm…”
“Yes?” Having some control over this man would definitely place him in the forgettable category, right next to Hank.
“You have beautiful eyes. So gray, stormy, like your name. Nice try.” He winked at her and glanced at his watch. “You know, it’s getting late. Want to go to dinner? I told J.D. to call me if he gets anything on the car.”
She scowled, annoyed the handsome jerk didn’t respond the way he should. “Sure, not like I have anything better to do.”
He looked like he was biting back a grin as he escorted her out the door. J.D. bumped into them on the way out. He glanced from her to Rafe and waggled his eyebrows at her.
Rafe glared. “Tell Jurek I’m leaving for the night, would you? I’d let him know but I don’t want a security escort home.”
“Sure thing, buddy.” J.D. smiled. “Have a terrific evening, kids. And remember to name your firstborn after me.”
Storm huffed. “Jackass. By the way, you still owe me twenty bucks for that Braves bet.”
J.D. quickly turned away, suddenly busy again.
“What’s that about?”
Storm grinned. “He bet me twenty on a baseball game. I won. He lost and refuses to pay.”
“Maybe because you cheated?”
“Now why would you say that?” Luc had given her details on the game accidentally. Her brother hated his gift, especially when it ruined the anticipation of big league play.
Rafe shrugged. “Instinct. Something I’ve learned to rely on.” They entered the elevator and didn’t talk as they descended to the lobby.
“Just let me clear something at the front desk,” Rafe said and walked to the guards sitting in the lobby. Dressed
“Right.”
Storm continued, not sure why she needed Rafe to know Hank wasn’t a total loser. “Yeah. Hank’s a real keeper. He wined and dined me. Trust me, the last thing on his mind was having me run down with a car.”
His smugness faded. “So sorry you had your evening ruined.”
Remembering how disappointed and bored she’d been, as opposed to how exciting her Saturday morning had been, she changed the subject. “Did you come up with anything today?”
“Why would I be checking into anything? I only showed at your place to make sure you were okay. You are. End of story.”
What she knew of the man told her otherwise. Even the files she’d borrowed from Remy, their IT guru, described him as determined, dangerous and dogged. “Right. So what did you find?”
He sighed. “I’m still waiting for a rundown on the car. What do your uncle and brothers think of the incident?”
“I didn’t want them to worry until I knew more. If it’s a drunk driver, what can they do but fuss over a bruised leg? I have work to do, and two brothers hovering over me isn’t conducive to getting anything done.”
“I’m surprised you can’t tell them, then persuade them with your mind control to leave you alone.”
“I wish. And it’s not mind control, exactly. Just an ability to suggest things. Besides, my mojo doesn’t work on family.” Or on you, not the way it should. Now why is that? “So how do you know what I can do, anyway? It’s not exactly common knowledge.”
“We have a file on everyone in your organization. Just as you have one on all of us. I’m surprised you didn’t know about my visions.”
“We speculated, but you confirmed it. I mean, we know who you Westlake agents are, but sometimes we’re not quite sure what you can do.” This was the perfect opportunity to put her ability to the test. “And I know you want to tell me everything you know about me and my family. Everything.” She directed a burst of energy at him and stared directly into his eyes.
He maintained eye contact but said nothing.
“Rafe?”
“Hmm?” He seemed distracted.
Relieved he was like all the others, she waited.
“Storm…”
“Yes?” Having some control over this man would definitely place him in the forgettable category, right next to Hank.
“You have beautiful eyes. So gray, stormy, like your name. Nice try.” He winked at her and glanced at his watch. “You know, it’s getting late. Want to go to dinner? I told J.D. to call me if he gets anything on the car.”
She scowled, annoyed the handsome jerk didn’t respond the way he should. “Sure, not like I have anything better to do.”
He looked like he was biting back a grin as he escorted her out the door. J.D. bumped into them on the way out. He glanced from her to Rafe and waggled his eyebrows at her.
Rafe glared. “Tell Jurek I’m leaving for the night, would you? I’d let him know but I don’t want a security escort home.”
“Sure thing, buddy.” J.D. smiled. “Have a terrific evening, kids. And remember to name your firstborn after me.”
Storm huffed. “Jackass. By the way, you still owe me twenty bucks for that Braves bet.”
J.D. quickly turned away, suddenly busy again.
“What’s that about?”
Storm grinned. “He bet me twenty on a baseball game. I won. He lost and refuses to pay.”
“Maybe because you cheated?”
“Now why would you say that?” Luc had given her details on the game accidentally. Her brother hated his gift, especially when it ruined the anticipation of big league play.
Rafe shrugged. “Instinct. Something I’ve learned to rely on.” They entered the elevator and didn’t talk as they descended to the lobby.
“Just let me clear something at the front desk,” Rafe said and walked to the guards sitting in the lobby. Dressed
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