was unbuttoned, as well, and for some reason that stupid thready light made her white camisole the center of attention.
She buttoned her shirt and lifted her eyebrow.
Matt buttoned his, too.
But that wasn’t all he did. He immediately took out a cell phone from the armoire and began to scroll through the numbers.
“There’s a leak in communications,” she reminded him.
“This phone isn’t traceable, and I’ll call Ronald McKenzie on his private line.”
She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “Ronald as in the guy you called just before the assassins came after us?”
“Yep. Same guy.” And Matt stopped scrolling and pressed the call button.
Cass latched on to his arm. “You can’t do this.”
“Hey, this is your plan, remember? I’ll need jamming equipment to gain entry to Dominic’s house.”
“Yes, but I thought we’d get the equipment without having to call anyone in the Justice Department.”
“Not possible. For starters whoever is trying to kill us will probably be waiting for me outside my office…. Ronald,” Matt greeted. Obviously the man had answered his private line. “Tell me what the hell just happened.”
Cass couldn’t hear what Ronald was saying, so instead she debated if she should try to stop Matt from continuing this call. But she couldn’t stop him because they needed that equipment. She only hoped this wouldn’t result in another run for their lives.
Matt explained to Ronald what was going on, and then he motioned for her to go to the window. “Keep an eye on that SUV parked outside,” he mouthed.
Alarmed that he’d heard something in his conversation about the vehicle, Cass hurried to the window and peeked out the corner of the blinds. The SUV was still there, with the Christmas lights dancing across the darkly tinted windows, but she couldn’t see if anyone was inside it.
“So you can get the equipment,” she heard Matt say to his fellow agent.
It didn’t sound like a question, either. But he did seem conflicted, probably because he was having another battle with his conscience. It didn’t stand a chance against the flip side to his dilemma—getting his daughter away from Dominic.
“Okay,” Matt continued. “I need another favor. Do a test on the communications channels. See if you can pinpoint that leak.” He paused. “Get here as fast as you can. Come in the back way. There’s someone in an SUV watching the place.”
“He’s bringing the equipment?” Cass asked the second he clicked the end call button.
“Hopefully. If there’s no hitch.”
“Well, maybe we’ve had our share of hitches already. We’re due for a break.” She truly believed that. Their luck couldn’t be all bad.
“Yeah.” For such a simple response, it conveyed a lot of doubts and hesitation. She didn’t question Matt’s competence as an agent, but this was probably the first time he’d had such a massive distraction.
His daughter.
“Are you coming to terms with fatherhood?” she asked, still keeping her attention on the SUV.
Cass heard the slight shift of his breath. He sank down on the arm of the sofa next to her and checked the magazine in his gun. What he didn’t do was answer.
She stared at him a moment, waiting. Studying him. And wondering why he looked so…interesting to her. Yes, he was hot. But there was more. He had that whole bad boy, snarly thing going for him.
Thankfully, she wasn’t into snarly bad boys.
She hoped.
“See anything out there?” he asked.
Oh. So, that was the somewhat delayed answer to her question. The subject of fatherhood was off-limits. Not that she hadn’t expected it. It might take weeks or even longer for him to get used to the idea.
“I see the SUV,” she reported. “There are also three other cars—all empty. And Christmas lights.” She thought of Molly. Of how magical the holidays were for a child. Matt’s daughter was just old enough to notice the trees and the decorations.
“I miss
She buttoned her shirt and lifted her eyebrow.
Matt buttoned his, too.
But that wasn’t all he did. He immediately took out a cell phone from the armoire and began to scroll through the numbers.
“There’s a leak in communications,” she reminded him.
“This phone isn’t traceable, and I’ll call Ronald McKenzie on his private line.”
She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “Ronald as in the guy you called just before the assassins came after us?”
“Yep. Same guy.” And Matt stopped scrolling and pressed the call button.
Cass latched on to his arm. “You can’t do this.”
“Hey, this is your plan, remember? I’ll need jamming equipment to gain entry to Dominic’s house.”
“Yes, but I thought we’d get the equipment without having to call anyone in the Justice Department.”
“Not possible. For starters whoever is trying to kill us will probably be waiting for me outside my office…. Ronald,” Matt greeted. Obviously the man had answered his private line. “Tell me what the hell just happened.”
Cass couldn’t hear what Ronald was saying, so instead she debated if she should try to stop Matt from continuing this call. But she couldn’t stop him because they needed that equipment. She only hoped this wouldn’t result in another run for their lives.
Matt explained to Ronald what was going on, and then he motioned for her to go to the window. “Keep an eye on that SUV parked outside,” he mouthed.
Alarmed that he’d heard something in his conversation about the vehicle, Cass hurried to the window and peeked out the corner of the blinds. The SUV was still there, with the Christmas lights dancing across the darkly tinted windows, but she couldn’t see if anyone was inside it.
“So you can get the equipment,” she heard Matt say to his fellow agent.
It didn’t sound like a question, either. But he did seem conflicted, probably because he was having another battle with his conscience. It didn’t stand a chance against the flip side to his dilemma—getting his daughter away from Dominic.
“Okay,” Matt continued. “I need another favor. Do a test on the communications channels. See if you can pinpoint that leak.” He paused. “Get here as fast as you can. Come in the back way. There’s someone in an SUV watching the place.”
“He’s bringing the equipment?” Cass asked the second he clicked the end call button.
“Hopefully. If there’s no hitch.”
“Well, maybe we’ve had our share of hitches already. We’re due for a break.” She truly believed that. Their luck couldn’t be all bad.
“Yeah.” For such a simple response, it conveyed a lot of doubts and hesitation. She didn’t question Matt’s competence as an agent, but this was probably the first time he’d had such a massive distraction.
His daughter.
“Are you coming to terms with fatherhood?” she asked, still keeping her attention on the SUV.
Cass heard the slight shift of his breath. He sank down on the arm of the sofa next to her and checked the magazine in his gun. What he didn’t do was answer.
She stared at him a moment, waiting. Studying him. And wondering why he looked so…interesting to her. Yes, he was hot. But there was more. He had that whole bad boy, snarly thing going for him.
Thankfully, she wasn’t into snarly bad boys.
She hoped.
“See anything out there?” he asked.
Oh. So, that was the somewhat delayed answer to her question. The subject of fatherhood was off-limits. Not that she hadn’t expected it. It might take weeks or even longer for him to get used to the idea.
“I see the SUV,” she reported. “There are also three other cars—all empty. And Christmas lights.” She thought of Molly. Of how magical the holidays were for a child. Matt’s daughter was just old enough to notice the trees and the decorations.
“I miss
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