Con’s use of his last name came with weight.
“I never thought you would. I’m not worried that I can’t pull this off. But Opal comes with too many unknowns.”
“I just sent you her file.”
“Thank you.”
“Before you go, a word.”
Sinner gave him his full attention even though his fingers twitched to open that file.
“These weaknesses you’ve been given can be exploited. People are going to say things around you because they think you’re fucked up on drugs. Use that to your advantage.”
“Copy. Good advice.”
Con pushed to his feet and rounded his desk, fist extended. Sinner bumped it with his own. “Good luck.”
“I’ll take it.” He swung toward the door.
“And Sinner.”
He turned back.
“That file’s confidential.”
He dipped his head in understanding. Not as if he planned to share the contents with anybody, and he wouldn’t be sharing it with the woman it was about.
“It’s a different kind of confidential than we’ve seen.”
He digested that but didn’t reply. As he left the office, his phone felt heavy in his pocket.
When he reached the back door where they were told to meet, voices drifted to him. His chest got tight as he saw the whole team gathered there to see them off, despite the late night they’d had.
Ash’s hand came down on his shoulder, gripping it tight. “You need anything, I’ve got your six.”
He nodded. “I know it, bro.”
Mason was next. “Try not to enjoy pretending you’re a mess too much.”
He chuckled and slapped hands with his brother and they snapped their fingers at the end.
Dante gripped his hand, drawing him in to bump shoulders. “You come back—or we come get you. There’s no third option.”
He looked up at Opal where she stood near the door, her duffel at her feet. He stared into her eyes when he said, “We got this.”
Her expression was as composed as always, but tension played around her dainty mouth, so subtle most people would miss it.
Izzy leaned close and whispered to her.
Opal went stiff, then flushed.
Sinner’s gut squeezed at the sight of the pink blush climbing her cheeks. She had a stark beauty that pulled his stare to her again and again. But seeing her body betray her before her mind could intervene pleased the hell out of him.
She caught him staring at her and her flush deepened to an almost painful pink that only accented the irritation in her eyes.
Sinner took mercy and looked away first. He walked over and grabbed her bag.
She reached for it. “I got it.” She tugged on the strap. He made sure to brush her fingers with his, just to see if he could make that blush deepen. It did.
