Wolf in Plain Sight by Delilah Devlin Page A

even sniff to see what she’d been given. She tossed it back, and then coughed. The whiskey warmed her all the way to her belly. “Who says I’m staying? He knows what I am. If he sees me again, I’m potting soil.”
    Emmy pressed her down into a chair. Then her gaze turned mean as she surveyed the men. “So, is someone going to tell me what this is all about? What problem is Pia supposed to solve with Max?”
    “Now, love,” Dylan said, 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.