“Fuck. Out with it, Dino.”
My eyebrows raise at Sky and once she nods, I inhale. “On a sidenote, you should remember you were the one who suggested I chill out at the shore.”
“Oh God, hold on, I can see I’m going to need coffee.” The bed squeaks, his feet pad across his hardwood floor, and after a cupboard door taps shut, his breath returns to the phone.
While the machine hisses, I retrace my eventful night. “My landlady gave me tickets to a lantern tour on the beach and insisted I take pictures for her. When I got there, a teenage girl went missing, and I joined in the search.”
As I congratulate myself on my clever spin, the teen, who I assumed was asleep in the back, pops her head up between the seats. “Hi, Dean’s brother. This is Charlie and I wasn’t lost, I was hiding. You see, Sky’s my bodyguard. By the way, her real name is Ophelia Lipanski. She helped me escape from one of my dad’s clients. They got pissed off because he reneged on a nuclear weapons deal.”
“Jesus.” I pull to the side of the road so I can pay attention. “Are you hearing this Ade?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
Glaring at Sky, or whatever the fuck we should call her, I swivel in my seat so I can speak with the girl. Her starry-eyed gaze tells me she’s got a crush on me. I hesitate to use her feelings to my advantage, but if what she says is true, we need answers fast.
“Can you back up a little, kiddo? First, who’s your father?”
“Tommy O’Malley.” Her chin juts out as she speaks the infamous arms dealer’s name.
Holy fuck, this night keeps getting better and better. “So, he hired Sky, I mean Ophelia here, to be your bodyguard. Is that right?”
“Yes, because we’re almost identical twins.” The teenager taps the other woman on the shoulder. “Please don’t be mad. It was all his idea, and I had no say in his decision. I think you’re amazing.”
Good God, the arms broker brought in Ophelia to be her decoy. As the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, I ask the teen the million-dollar question, “Did your father sell someone nuclear weapons?”
She shakes her head, no. “He was going to, but when he learned they wanted to use them in the states, he wouldn’t go through with the deal. Besides, the missiles are so old, they’re falling apart.”
Adrian curses, and his words are clipped and dangerous. “Okay, Miss Lipanski. Who the fuck is your FBI contact? I’m going to conference him in.”
“You think I haven’t tried to reach him? He’s not picking up and even if he did, he forbade me from involving anyone else. Just speaking to you could be considered an act of treason.”
“Fine. You have an hour to fix this. Otherwise, I start making calls, including the president, if I have to.”
After he hangs up, Sky, AKA Ophelia, AKA Lia, glances at me. “Your big brother doesn’t actually know the president, does he?”
The only answer she deserves is my stink eye.
Thanks to her, I’m a wanted man.
Chapter 8
Sky
His sharp jaw pulsing and his mouth grim, the youngest of the famous Brennan brood has driven for fifty-three minutes and not said a word. You’d think his sullen anger would make him less appealing, but oh no, not so. For some godforsaken reason, I want him more than ever.
After placing another call to Brownstone, I wrap my arms around my legs and imagine my cheek against my driver’s broad naked chest with his strong palms cupping my butt cheeks. His thick lips crash down on mine, his tongue thrusts into my mouth, and his fingers rub into my heat until… Jesus, thoughts of his cock inside me almost make me come.
“Can you please stop at the next gas station? I need to pee.”And relieve my aching clit.
“Okay, but then, you start talking.” A few miles later, he pulls into a parking lot in the middle of nowhere. The door handle under the stick figure woman doesn’t turn so I waltz into the convenience store and ask the missing-tooth manager for a key.
Expecting to be skeeved out, I’m surprised at the bathroom’s cleanliness. Back against the tiles, I unzip my pants, reach between my slick folds, and picture Dean’s hands on me. The blip of an orgasm later, I finish using the facilities, andcall my Fed contact. When someone picks up, I almost drop the phone in the toilet bowl.
“Hello. Is this Lia?” The female voice causes my arm hairs to stand on end.Who the fuck is she and who told her my nickname?
Instructed to trust no one, I ignore her question. “Where the hell is Brownstone?”
“You will report to the nearest FBI office and bring Charlie.” Her command makes me snicker.
