“Go,” Lincoln urged. “Call me and let me know what’s what.”
Although he seemed reluctant, Lucas agreed with a nod. He gave Tahira a look of warning before hurrying toward the exit.
“That’s a beautiful man,” she remarked. “But, all of you are. The Creed genetic pool has got to be filled with an unlimited amount of testosterone.”
Lincoln grumbled. He didn’t have time for Tahira’s banter. He needed to check with his brother and find out for himself if Taylor was truly okay.
“What do you want, Tahira?”
“I told you. You’re being called in.”
“Youdon’t call me in. I don’t work for the CIA.”
Tahira chuckled and sat back confidently. “Keep telling yourself that. Everywhere you go, the CIA has a hand in sending you there.”
Lincoln grabbed his glass and defiantly leaned back in his seat. He took a sip, looking at her through skeptical, narrowed eyes. Without his permission, his gaze lowered to her full, ill-hidden breasts. Covered or not, she had to be aware of what she was working with. He was still staring when his cell phone began to ring. His gaze landed on her pretty face. She was wearing a smirk of,“Told you.”
Tahira stood and pushed her chair to the table. “I’ll see you in the situation room,” she told him before sauntering off.
Again, turning every head in the restaurant.
