Sister, then you’d need bail money, because that looks all kinds of official and I’m sure they put people in jail for breaking programs like that.
She watched, fascinated as the program got to work and started spitting out information.
“That’s not good,” Remi muttered.
She didn’t see what he was seeing, but obviously it was enough for him to shoot off another text message to someone… probably Gunnar.
Her suspicions were confirmed when a beep sounded from outside just before Gunnar’s broad shoulders blocked out the sun which had been shining through the open door.
“Everyone’s name on her list are people who worked on one mission in Syria.” Remi didn’t wait for Gunnar to ask him a question or for the others to arrive. He launched straight into what they’d found. Jorja scooted back in front of her own computer to allow Gunnar to see what was on Remi’s screen.
“What mission?” Gunnar shot her a wink before focusing on Remi again.
“One you led.” Remi tapped at the screen with the end of his pencil. “This is your code… right?”
“You know it is.”
Oh, boy, it’s all kinds of wrong to be thinking how sexy that growl of his is at a time like this.
“Did you figure out why we are on that list and who is after me?” Gunnar asked. “And why now? Why not years ago when this shit went down?”
“Is it connected to Gillian?” She knew it was a shitty thing to ask. But she was still feeling all kinds of salty about the phone call. Plus, she didn’t want any of them to pay the price of ignoring the one person who she knew for certain hated Gunnar’s guts.
“I don’t think so,” Gunnar replied slowly. At least he was considering it, that was a start. He clearly decided it wasn’t something his ex-wife was involved with when he tagged on, “She’s part of the rich people side of our lives. All the wives are. I doubt she’d know a tango if he bit her on the ass.”
If you think so, sexy pants.
Jeez, stop with giving him pet names already.
Why? It’s fun.
Say them out loud and see how much fun he thinks it is.
Shut. Up.
“What does being rich have to do with anything?” She leaned to one side so he could see the screen. “Just because they are women doesn’t mean they can’t be behind something like this.”
The room slowly filled with people. All of the brothers and the other men who’d been at the restaurant made the war-room, which had seemed so big a few minutes ago, feel positively tiny. Gunnar smiled at her and leaned against her chair as he studied the screen in front of them.
“Give her room to breathe, Gun,” Remi whisper shouted. Before the flush had time to make it from the back of her neck to her cheeks, Gunnar growled, and the reason behind the heat changed from embarrassment to something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She’d figure it out eventuallywhen he wasn’t crowding every single one of her senses.
She was grateful that none of the other guys seemed to notice as they spread out around the room, because Remi started shooting intel onto the big screens which lowered over the work stations.
“This is all I’ve found so far,” Remi said.
“Did you not recognize the names, Grizzly?” Marco asked. “Because those are pretty distinctive monikers. Not even a dude as old as you could forget them.”
“Hah, asshole,” Gunnar replied. “That job was code names only. I have no idea how someone connected the dots to me.”
“What were the code names?” Jorja flipped screens. “I can see if there’s something in here which mentions the names.” She tapped on the keyboard. “Crap, I don’t have access to anything but this screen.” She nudged Gunnar to get him to move out of the way. “Remi, you need to give me access, please.”
“Sure.” Remi rolled toward her on his chair. “Swap places for a sec, I need to be on that one to open the codes for you.”
“Yeah, no. I’m not touching your computer.” She rolled away from hers to give him room to look. “If I break it, you might poison my wine or refuse to feed me.”
“Hah.” Remi snickered. “Smart thinking. This is why you were allowed here.” He got to work on her computer.
Why on earth are they looking at me so weirdly?
