“That’s pretty fucked up, K,” Koen chuckled.
Keaton pointed to himself and shrugged. “I’m the son of a serial killer. Fucked up is the only language I speak.”
“You can make up for it with free food and drinks.” Lanie set down her mug, hopped off her desk, then walked right up to Keaton and poked him hard in the chest. “Don’t keep shit from us again.”
“I won’t. And just so you know, Henley wanted to tell you all from the beginning. Blame me for swearing her to secrecy.”
“Oh, I’m gonna have words with your wife.” Lanie hiked an eyebrow. “She went against the code.”
“What code?”
“Chicks before dicks.”
“On that note.” I moved toward the long metal table on the left side of the room, signaling for everyone to join me. “There’s something I’d like you all to look into.”
“A new case?” Keaton questioned as they each pulled out a chair and took a seat.
“Possibly,” I answered vaguely.
At this point, Director Ashland hadn’t given the go-ahead to move forward with the investigation, which was why I wanted fresh eyes on what little evidence we had. As I began to explain about Lachlan Industries and the current work they were doing, Duncan passed out folders filled with copies of everything Joel had sent over.
“What are we missing here?”
“I’m not sure I understand your question, Agent Anderson.”
Lies.I knew exactly what Noah was asking, and from the way he stared straight at me, he knew it too.
“Why aren’t our counterparts in New York handling this? Why us?”
“Because I asked her to.”
I hadn’t heard Finn come in, but there he stood; feet shoulder width apart, wearing a black suit that fit him like a glove. He looked every bit like the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company, right down to the shiny Armani dress shoes on his feet.
“Holy hotness,” Lanie mumbled.
“Watch it, Darlin’,” Noah growled.
“Who the fuck are you?” Keaton glared at the newcomer.
Instead of introducing himself properly, Finn strode to my side and cupped my cheek.
“I’m hers.”
Then he kissed me. It wasn’t the same slow, toe-curling kiss he’d given me at my door last night. This one was hard and quick; a public claiming that I didn’t exactly hate. Normally, I’d be flushed with embarrassment, but as he slowly pulled away, the only thing I felt was peace. He quieted the chaos in my head.Fuck, I was in so much trouble.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Finn spoke against my lips.
“Morning.”
A throat clearing snapped me out of my Finn-induced haze. I stepped back, putting space between us.
“I’m Special Agent Duncan Palmer.” Duncan held out his hand from my other side. Finn took it.
“Finnian O’Lachlan.”
My second-in-command commenced introductions, giving me a few seconds to breathe, but my reprieve didn’t last long.
“Most people bring a T-shirt or a shot glass home from vacation as a souvenir, Waverly.” Lanie knocked her elbow against my forearm. “You brought a whole damn person. I’m impressed.”
