Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t respond.
My phone buzzes with a text.
Enzo:Tokyo call is done. Where are you?
Me:Come toRemy’s office. Bring Breck.
I pocket my phone and stand.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Calling in reinforcements.” I move to the window, needing the physical distance to clear my head. “Trent made a mistakecontacting you. He just showed his hand, and now we know he’s coming. That gives us the advantage.”
“What advantage?”
I turn back to face her. “We have resources he doesn’t. If he wants a fight, we’ll give him one.”
The door opens without warning. Enzo and Breck walk in, both reading the tension in the room immediately.
Breck’s usual smile is gone. “What’s wrong?”
I gesture to Remy’s laptop. “Show them.”
Remy reopens the email, and I watch my brothers’ expressions harden as they read.
Enzo’s jaw clenches. “Who sent this?”
“Stanley Trent, the man Remy exposed for fraud at her last company.” I cross my arms. “He’s facing federal charges. The trial is coming up. And apparently, he’s figured out Remy was his whistleblower.”
Breck moves to Remy’s side, his hand settling on her shoulder. “How did he find you?”
“I don’t know.” Remy’s voice is steadier now, but I can still hear the fear underneath. “I was careful. But I guess not careful enough.”
“I already told her we would handle this,” I tell my brothers.
I wait for her to refuse my help. Her blue eyes meet mine, and I see the moment she stops fighting it. Stops trying to handle everything alone. Stops pretending she doesn’t need help.
She takes a shaky breath. “What do you need from me?”
“Everything you have on Trent. Every file, every communication, every piece of evidence you sent to the SEC.” I stand, offering her my hand.
Remy looks between the three of us, something like wonder crossing her features. “You’re really doing this.”
I take her hand in mine, and she doesn’t pull away. “You’re ours to protect now, Remy. Get used to it.”
CHAPTER 12
Remy
Ansel and Enzo left for San Francisco yesterday morning to attend a tech conference with panels on emerging security threats and networking opportunities they couldn’t miss. Which means I’ve spent the past two days working almost exclusively with Breck.
Not that I’m complaining. He’s brilliant at operations, patient when explaining the company’s internal processes, and he makes me laugh when the work gets tedious. But there’s an undercurrent of tension between us that hasn’t dissipated since our almost-kiss at the bar.
Every accidental touch, every lingering glance, it’s building a tension that I don’t know if I will be able to take much longer.
But I am secretly enjoying the pull between Breck and me as a distraction from thinking about Stanley Trent’s threat. The triplets said they’re looking into it, so I’m choosing to trust them and try not to think about it.
I’m three levels below ground in the server room, running final diagnostics on new security protocols, when the alarm sounds. Not the fire alarm. The lockdown alarm.
