“But not right now. Soon though.”
“How about we pencil that in for never.” She smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him.
Vincent barked with laughter. “Like it or not, baby girl, we’re going to set the record straight about that night.”
Fiona whispered under her breath in Spanish what she thought of that idea.
“Just because you disagree in Spanish doesn’t mean it isn’t going to happen.”
She shouldn’t be surprised he understood Spanish. With working with her brother and his world travels, she was sure he knew many languages. “Just drive.”
She didn’t have much of a choice except to go along with this stupid plan. She would sleep inJoaquín’s room and Vincent would stay in the spare, if not on the couch. With Vincent’s help, she could get to the bottom of this in no time. It wasn’t like she was in danger of falling in love with the man again.
Chapter 4
Vincekept his eyes on the road while doing his damnedest to ignore Fiona sitting only a foot away from him. He still couldn’t believe she was here. The woman was resourceful, he’d give her that. Not many women he knew would know to stash their car somewhere and pick a lock. All to avoid a person wanting her for themselves. No doubt her stalker was a male. A male who knew her, wanted her. Could it be a past lover she dumped? Or a man she shunned?
He didn’t want to think about Fiona with another man. He had no right to judge; he’d been with his fair share since their kiss four years ago. It was he who’d pushed her away,but it enraged him to think about another man knowing the softness of her skin, hearing her groans of pleasure, knowing what her orgasm sounded like.
He shut down his thoughts. Those were things he could never know. She was Ortiz’s little sister. Ortiz would never let him near her, with good reason.Vincehad a track record almost as long as he did.Vincewould never be seen as worthy in Ortiz’s eye for his sister, not that he wanted to be.Vincedidn’t do long-term; he liked casual flings. He didn’t have time for a permanent attachment. He was gone more than he was home. It wasn’t fair to a woman to make her wait for him. But it didn’t stop him from yearning for something he could never have.
Fiona adjusted in her seat next to him, sending a whiff of her citrus scent just to tease him, causing a swelling in his pants. His jeans pulled tightly, he couldn’t adjust himself without drawing notice. Fiona was more likely to geld him if she saw it, and he was quite partial to his dick.
He needed to think of something quick to will it away. Ortiz, that should help. That’s right, he needed to call him.Vincepulled his phone out of his back pocket and held the phone out to Fiona. “Call your brother.”
“You could try saying please,” she grumbled.
“Please call your brother.” Damn, she could be so annoying when she wanted to be, which seemed like all the time. She loved hitting his buttons. The next few days were going to be long if she kept this up, but he was up for the challenge. Ortiz would demand protection for his sister until he got back. Any one of his teammates would do it for each other. Though he doubted any of the other guys had a history like he and Fiona did.
Fiona took the phone with a huff.
“He’s speed dial two.”
“What is it?”Vincecould hear Ortiz snap through the phone. He sounded really upset. Ortiz didn’t get upset often, but when he did it wasn’t pretty.
“Hola,hermano.”
“Fiona.” Ortiz’s tone instantly changed. “Why are you calling fromVince’s phone? Are you okay? Do you have any idea how worried everyone is?” He bombarded her with dozens of questions, one after another.
“I’m fine. I was at your house whenVincentfound me.”
“My house? Put Vince on the phone,hermana.”
“Put it on speaker,”Vincetold her. “Ortiz,she’s fine. I’m taking her to the store to get some clothes and food.”
“Negative, you will take her to the airport and put her on the next flight, Romeo.” His tone didn’t brook an argument.
Vinceglanced at Fiona out of the corner of his eye to see what she thought of the nickname. Why he cared about her opinion, he didn’t know. It wouldn’t be the first time she heard it. In the Congo, they had used their code names. Fiona stared out the window, seeming not to care that her brother was deciding what to do about her.
“I can’t do that, Oreo.” Fiona had heard of her brother being referred to that way before. All they’d used on the Congo had been their nicknames. When not on a mission they used their real names except when trying to get a point across, like now.
Fiona turned at that statement, shocked. He was shocked himself. He respected Ortiz and would normally never step between a family matter, but the team was at risk and keeping Fiona out of Florida for the time being was the safest thing for her. With Ortiz down there, the attacker would be wise to keep their distance.
“Excuse me?”
Vincelooked at Fiona, silently asking her permission to tell Ortiz. He had planned to do it anyway, but enough decisions had been made without her permission, so he wanted to give her a choice. If he had to wait until later to give Ortiz the full disclosure, he would. Fiona nodded in agreement.
“Someone has been sending her threatening letters, along with photos of her from the Congo. Photos with us in them.”
