“That’s not real secure, Stone.”
The man reached into his pocket and then held his cell phone out to me. “So, make it secure.”
Stone chuckled when I rolled my eyes.
“You’ll have to call Ion to get the program. I don’t know what it is, just how to make it work.”
“Oh, I’ll be calling him all right.” And chewing his ass for accessing my laptop. I had sensitive information on there, things other people weren’t supposed to see. It didn’t sit well with me to know it wasn’t as secure as I thought it was.
“Don’t get too mad at him, Sin. I did go to him.”
“Yeah, but still…I have sensitive information on my laptop, Stone. Stuff about you and the guys and the assignments I sent you out on. If someone got a hold of those files, they could cause a lot of trouble for you.”
“So, instead of chewing Ion out, why not ask him to make your laptop more secure?”
Because I didn’t like the idea of anyone rooting around on my laptop.
“Baby, you are the best at what you do. Everyone knows that. But Ion is better with computers.”
I growled.
“You know I’m right.”
I did, but I didn’t want to admit it.
“How about you call Ion and have him come here? Maybe he can help us figure out who is after you.”
“How do you know it’s not Ion who’s after me?”
Stone’s eyes turned to ice, attesting to his reputation as a stone-cold killer. “Because then I’d have to kill him.”
Chapter Eight
Stone
I kept my hand on the back of Sinclair’s chair as I walked with him toward his office. I meant it when I said I wasn’t moving from his side until we figured out who was after him. That was doubly so now that I had claimed him.
“I don’t want you to eat anything not prepared by me or one of the guys.”
“The cook is never going to understand this,” Sinclair replied. “He already hates me.”
My gut clenched. “Why does the cook hate you?”
Sinclair shook his head. “I have no idea, but he does.”
“Has he ever said anything to you?”
“No, it’s never been anything he said or did, just a feeling. And it didn’t start until I was named to the council.”
“So before then?”
“Before then he wasn’t exactly my best friend, but I didn’t get this vibe off of him like he wanted to put me six feet under.”
I clenched my free hand, wanting to punch something. “Yeah, no eating anything not prepared by one of us.”
“I won’t.”
“You could always fire him.” That would be my choice.
