Jax snorted. “Speaking of which, it seems Greyson Storm has a thing for your sister. Think rationally, don’t freak out, and let me know if there’s a way to use that.”
“There isn’t,” Raze said shortly.
“All righty then.” Jax leaned back. “Let’s keep Damon Winter here since he’s in place to infiltrate the Pure with April Snyder, and maybe we can trade his safe return to Merc territory to gain some cooperation.” Jax held up a hand when Lynne started to argue. “We’ll just hint at it—nothing overt.”
“You’re assuming Grey gives a crap about Damon,” Raze said.
Tace nodded. “I think he does. They seemed like friends to me, and Grey won’t want one of the few people he seems to like killed by us.”
“Okay. Send scouts to Merc territory under the cover of darkness tonight and invite Greyson here for a meeting—let’s see if he has the balls to enter Vanguard alone. We’ll let him in on the plan to attack the president of the United States and take explosives—we can agree on some sort of split.” Jax stood and started sticking papers over the drawings of the Bunker. “We don’t tell him about the Bunker or why we want explosives.”
“Let it slip that we want them for protection and to blow up that apartment building across the way that we’ve wanted to get rid of forever,” Tace said. “We have to give him some sort of explanation.”
“Grey isn’t stupid,” Sami interjected. “But having explosives would be good, and he can probably see Jax making a move like that. A crazy one.”
Jax nodded. “Good. I like having them think I’m a wild card.”
“You mean you’re not?” Raze asked, his lip twitching.
“I may have mellowed a little,” Jax said, his gaze on Lynne.
“Not even close,” she countered, smiling.
Jax pushed back from the table. “All right. We meet again, all of us, when Greyson is here tomorrow morning, and I want Maureen present. Just to observe their interaction.”
“There’s nothing between Greyson Storm and my sister,” Raze said in a near growl.
“He sent her a letter, dude.” Jax assisted Lynne to her feet. “I just want to watch.” He tilted his head toward Vinnie. “You keep an eye and profile him, Doc. Get me into his head.”
Vinnie nodded. “No problem.”
Tace stood. “Sami? I’ll walk you up. We need to talk.”
The room fell completely silent. What a bunch of busybodies.
Sami looked around, paled, and rushed to her feet. “Fine.” She hustled by him, and her scent of wild orchids surrounded him, providing an odd sense of comfort and grounding him. Then it hit him. He could smell her scent. His sense of smell had come back.
He turned to follow her, his gaze straying to her fit ass in the cargo pants. Hopefully, he hadn’t bruised her the previous night while making his point. She needed to be at full strength if they were actually dumb enough to attack the president and his Elite Force.
She stomped up the stairs and down the hallway, shoving open her door.
Damn it. He had to get her a new door and some sort of lock. “I guess we talk here.”
She moved inside and dropped into the chair facing the sofa. “I have no idea what we have to say to each other.”
Yeah, he got that. It was time to be completely honest, even though he had no clue if he had feelings, much less what they were. Yet something about her called to him, and he grabbed on to it with both hands. “I want to make a go of it. Like Lynne and Jax. Raze and Vinnie.”
Sami blinked. “I lied to you.”
“Yeah, but I don’t care.” There were a whole lot of other words to add to that, but he couldn’t find them. “You like me, you’re attracted to me, and I’ll try not to turn into a sociopath.”
“That’s quite an offer.” She flipped a braid over her shoulder. “There’s something I didn’t tell everyone.”
He paused. More secrets? “What’s that?”
She swallowed. “The dizziness from rejecting the B doesn’t abate for a while, even after the cure. It might take some time.”
Great. “Why didn’t you tell them?”
