“Sounds great,” I smile and head toward the shampoo aisle. I might as well get some other things besides condoms. I grab a basket and fill it with travel shampoo, conditioner, and a good lady razor - because Ryker has zero clue about a woman’s hair removal needs.
I pass through the condom aisle, grabbing three different sizes, and head toward the register. I’m putting the bag over my arm when Ryker clears his throat behind me.
It nearly causes me to jump out of my skin. “Sweet cheeses, Ryker. You scared the piss out of me.”
He bites back a grin. “I’ve been known to do that a time or two. Come on. She has something for us.”
When we return to the counter, Photo Gal hands me a piece of paper. “I can’t tell you therealaddress of where these were sent in, but they did come from two I.P. addresses. I printed them out for you.”
I look them over. It doesn’t tell me a thing, but it gives me a place to look.
“Thank you,” Ryker grabs my elbow and begins steering me toward the door.
I see the girl’s face fall and quickly add. “Your country thanks you for your service.”
The door is still open when we hear the girl squealing into the phone. “You’re not going to BE-LIEVE….”
We get into the car.
“Stan?” I ask Ryker.
“Combo of stalker and fan,” Ryker shrugs.
“How do you know this?”
“I know a great many things, Kitten,” Ryker winks at me and pulls out of the parking lot.
Chapter 23
“Are we there yet?”
-Ryker
We stop for lunch at a diner not far from the drugstore. While Cat freshens up in the bathroom, I send the I.P. addresses to Tatiana to track down where those computers are located.
I’m shoving my secret cell phone into my pocket when Cat slides into the booth opposite me.
“I’ve been thinking,” Cat begins.
“A dangerous pastime, to be sure,” I wink at her.
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever,Urban Dictionary. I think we need to get Premy’s help on these I.P. addresses.”
I shake my head.
“Well, where else are we going to get help like this?” Cat folds her hands across her chest. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes on her face and not her generous breasts.
“Uh…”
Cat snorts. “Exactly. You don’t have an answer because we don’t have someone to ask.”
I bite my tongue. I can’t push about Tatiana. I’m not supposed to know about Tatiana.
Before I can say another word, Cat’s dialing. “Premy!”
Premy rattles on for a few seconds while Cat nods her head.
“Listen, I need some help with something,” Cat smiles at me. “I’m going to give you two I.P. addresses. Think you can track down where they’re located?”
