Jase glanced away.
“What, no denial?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I think it does. So I’m going to tell you what’s going on.”
Worry trickled through him. “Is she all right? Tell me.”
“Kate has decided to become a private investigator.”
He stiffened. “No way.”
“She’s taking PI classes. She bought a pistol, applied for a concealed carry permit. She’s expanding her company to include business security investigation, which she will personally handle.”
He just shook his head. “I’ve got to talk to her, make her understand.”
“There’s more.”
His head came up. “More? What do you mean there’s more? What else could there possibly be?”
“Kate’s working undercover for the FBI. Special Agent in Charge Quinn Taggart.”
Jase shot up from his chair. “Son of a bitch! I’ve got to find her. Get her to see reason. She’ll be heading home soon. Unless...is she...ah...seeing someone?”
“No, Jason. I think after you, she decided she’d had enough of men for a while.”
He closed down his laptop and yanked it off the desk. “I’ve got to go. Thanks, Harper. I really appreciate it.”
Harper just sighed. Jase took off for the parking lot. He still had a key to Kate’s apartment. He’d meant to give it back. Now he was glad he hadn’t. If he was already inside waiting for her, she’d at least have to hear him out.
Knowing how stubborn she could be, it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.
So why the hell was he so damned eager to get there?
It had been a long but fruitful day. The main office of Briton Incorporated Real Estate Group was located in a six-story, historical brick building in the 900 block of Jackson Street.
Kate had been given carte blanche to move freely inside the building, even given after-hours access. Amazingly, it had never crossed anyone’s mind that she might be there for anything other than to review their existing systems, give management advice on how to improve efficiency, and increase corporate profits.Her job.
The VPs believed she would write a report suggesting a few simple changes, which they would implement. She would write the report, and Briton would have a solid sales tool to use in their public offering prospectus.
Instead, Kate was going to find a way to nail the bastards. It couldn’t be more perfect.
She was tired as she rode the elevator up to her apartment. The broken window had been repaired, but the place no longer held any appeal. Memories of the time she’d spent with Jason seemed to linger in every room, along with the sharp memory of the shooting and how close he had come to dying.
In what little spare time she had, she’d been looking for a new place to live. Anything to get rid of the aching loss she still felt whenever she thought of him.
She turned her key in the lock and walked into the living room, gasped and dropped her purse when she spotted the large figure on her sofa.
Everything inside her melted into a puddle of yearning when Jason rose and started walking her. God, he looked so dear and she had missed him so much. Kate steeled herself against the pain that welled in her heart, straightened her spine and lifted her chin.
“Jason. What are you doing here?”
It was exactly the greeting he had expected, and yet it made his heart ache. He held up her apartment key. “I brought your key back.”
Kate walked over and snatched it out of his hand. “You could have mailed it.”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
