“Fuck, yeah,” Vinny said. “There’s only one guy with her, so four of us will be more than enough to handle him.”
Leonard hoped his friend was right, because the Cavanaugh chick had to go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“I’vegotsomeofmy mom’s homemade meatball soup in here.” Hawk opened up the fridge, grabbed a large glass container, and swung the door shut with his foot. “We could warm it up on the stovetop or in the microwave, whichever you prefer.”
Charlotte—with Remy next to her—strolled over to him, looking sexy as hell in one of his T-shirts. Her legs were long and shapely and fit perfectly around his waist as he thrust into her.
“Soup sounds wonderful.” She patted his dog’s head, wrapped her arms around Hawk’s waist and wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “For some reason, I am suddenly very hungry.”
“Is that right?” He held her close, slid his hands beneath the bottom of his shirt, and palmed her ass cheeks.
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, lifted to her tiptoes, and kissed him.
Just when things were starting to get really good, his phone rang.
“Hold that thought.” He grudgingly broke the kiss, and her forehead thumped against his chest.
“I’ll warm up the stew while you take that.” She kissed him and stepped back. “Saucepan?”
He pointed at one of the bottom cabinets, picked up his phone, and saw Cole’s number.
“Hey, Cole, what’s up?” He leaned back against the counter.
“We have a problem.” His tone was urgent and serious, and it sounded like he was speaking through a headset. “You’re about to have company and not the good kind.”
Hawk straightened, his entire body alert and ready to take action.
Charlotte noticed the change in his demeanor and gave him a worried look. She set the pot on the counter and walked over to him.
“Cole, I’m going to put you on speaker so Charlotte can hear you.” He tapped the screen. “Okay, go ahead.”
“Eddie and I paid the owner of the electronics store a little visit. After a bit of convincing, he told us that he also sold Vincent Kimball a GPS tracker.” Remy’s tail wagged, and he cocked his head to one side, recognizing Cole’s voice. “Luna immediately started working on gaining access to his phone, and it just pinged off a tower out near your place.”
“How could that be?” Charlotte said. “The only thing I’ve had with me all day is my bag, and you already checked it before we left Dulce’s office.”
Hawk had searched every inch of that bag himself.
“Has it been out of your sight at all since then?” Cole asked. “Even for a minute or two?”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s been with me all day.”
“We never lost sight of it.” Hawk quickly ran through their movements.
“Wait a second.” Charlotte cursed under her breath. “Helene came into my office and picked up my bag.”
“Shit, that’s right.” Hawk thought back to when she snatched it up off the chair. “The way she was handling it, she could’ve easily dropped a tracker in one of the pockets.”
“Hang on!” Charlotte dashed toward the guest room, her bare feet slapping against the floor.
Remy jogged after her, and a minute later, she ran back into the kitchen with the dog right behind. He probably thought she was playing a game with him.
“Here.” She held the bag out to Hawk like it contained a bomb.
“Go ahead and take everything out of it.” Hawk checked every item as she removed them from her bag. Her laptop, notebook, and wallet were clean. There were a couple of pens, so he took them apart, and still, nothing.
“That’s everything.” She handed him the bag.
