Shaking his head, he kisses my fingertips and slips a clean black t-shirt over his head. “This won’t take long. If she’s bluffing, I’ll be right back, and we can continue where we left off.”
He glances at the time, hugs me, and his heated kiss curls my toes. “Listen, sweetheart, if you forbid me, I won’t go. It’s up to you.”
Ledbetter trades in sex trafficking and weapons sales. The last time we dealt with him, he almost got me killed. Axel knows all these things, which is why he lobbed the ball onto my side of the court.
“You sure it can’t wait?” My palm covers his fly, andthen I squeeze.
“Informants are a flakey bunch.” He latches his holster and inserts his weapon. “Britt was an FBI agent and my partner for years. She’ll have my six.”
That’s not all Britt will take if I let her. Damn, my lying ex-husband, Farid, for making it so difficult to believe what's in my heart.
“Fine. Go.” I point to the door. “But leave me the car in case I need to take you to the emergency room.”
“Me? Hurt? Not a chance.” My arrogant wolfman winks and kisses me on the cheek. “I love you, sweetheart, more than anything.”
After he and the barracuda woman leave, I grab the keys to our SUV.
Hell, I want Ledbetter behind bars more than anyone. I do trust my husband. However, that viper? Not so much.
After Babcock’s white Cadillac pulls out of our driveway, I snatch my purse and weapon before racing out the door. In my vehicle, headlights off, I hang back at the four-way stop.
Instead of driving out of town, she creeps ahead six blocks and parks in one of three open spots. While Axel struggles to add her plate to his Rehoboth parking app, I turn the corner. Slipping into the first free space, I ignore the meter, exit, then hit the ground running.
Halfway down the block, they climb three porch steps and enter a blue door beside a potted palm. Trotting now, I enter a narrow, unlit alleyway next to the bar, brush away a huge fuzzy spider, and stare through the grimy window. At the bar, they sit on stools and order drinks. The whole time, Brittany hits on my husband.
Oh my God, the bitch kisses him. On. The. Lips.
My fists clench. “What the actual fuck?”
Dropping my device in my purse, I consider how I might demand an explanation and freeze. He’s working undercover. It's all a ruse.
Inside, Brittany whispers next to his face, squeezes his thigh, and struts to the bathroom. A minute later, my wolf in sheep’s clothing follows her in.
Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Fluorine, Neon, Sodium, Magnesium…Nails digging into my palms, ears ringing, I recite the periodic table and finger my RF weapon, which, technically, I should not have taken from the lab.
I lied when I told my boss I intended to work remotely. In truth, I haven’t felt safe since I was targeted by the Russians last year.
Argh. Those two have been in the restroom way too long. When I finally decide to confront them, out bounces Brittany. Her messy hair, smudged lipstick, and twisted skirt leave no room for doubt.
How is this possible? Wulf cheated on me?
No, I refuse to believe it.
I race down the steps, sit on a bench, and call my boss and closest friend, Callie, to help talk me off the ledge.
“Hello?” Usually, her groggy voice would make me feel guilty, but this is an all-out emergency.
“If my husband is working undercover and has sex, does it count as infidelity?”
Lochlan, AKA Lucky, groans from the other side of the bed. “Who is it, babe?”
I remember the late hour, blow my nose, and take a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know who else to call.”
My bestie sighs, and in the background, her sheets rustle. “Honey, I don’t know what’s going on, but your man would never, ever glance at another woman, let alone have sex with them.”
“Sweet’art, pass me your mobile.” Her Aussie security expert must grab the phone because the speaker crackles. “Oi, you’ve lost the plot, love. Your partnah is wild about ya.”
My hormones have been off. Surely, that explains my reaction. “They kissed. I saw it with my own eyes.”
