His dick twitched behind his zipper as if it had heard Liam calling it out.
“She’s not dirty.” He used Ryker’s words from earlier, needing his teammate to really pay attention to this part. “I was there. I looked her square in the eyes, and I saw she was telling the truth.”
Truth. Anger. Betrayal. Pain.
Jagger had caught sight of every emotion rolling through her. And that’s when he knew.
She’s not a traitor.
“Then why are you sitting outside her house?”
Why, indeed? Hmm…how to explain.
You could just go with the truth.
“I’d considered going up and knocking on her door.”
“And then what?”
“Then…” Jagger blew out a breath. “I was thinking I should apologize.”
“For the canceled flight bit?”
“For not trusting her when I should have.”
He should have known from the start Talia would never betray her country.
“Not for nothing, but I’m not sure knocking on her door at ten-thirty at night’s gonna get you the forgiveness you’re looking for. Especially after the day she’s had.”.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Which sucked. “I’ll touch base with her in the morning.”
Jagger sat up straighter in his seat and reached over his shoulder for the seatbelt.
“Smart man,” Liam shared his opinion on the matter. “After the last few days, we could all use a decent night’s sleep.”
“Thanks for the assist today. Give me a holler tomorrow if you find out anything more.”
“Will do. And hey, maybe try to not piss off our handler any more than she already is, yeah?”
“I’ll do my best, but I make no promises.” He secured the seatbelt’s buckle.
Liam’s chuckle filled the phone’s tiny speaker. “All right, man. Talk soon.”
“Later,” Jagger responded half-a-beat before ending the call.
He reached a hand toward the button to start the vehicle’s engine. The tip of his index finger had barely made contact when movement caught his attention from Talia’s front door.
It’s her.
It was Talia, except…it wasn’t. Well, itwas, but she looked totally different. Not better, really. Just different. The unexpected change in appearance made Jagger feel like the woman walking to her car wasn’t Talia but rather her identical twin.
The wild twin who wore all black and left her long, dark hair fall loosely over her shoulders. The “bad girl” sister with dark eye makeup and lips painted red like bright, crimson blood. But it wasn’t a twin. It was her. And even from all the way over here, the woman looked good enough to eat.
Holy hell.
The dress Talia had on, if you could even call that scrap of strapless material a dress, left far less to the imagination than the conservative pants and blouse combo she’d had on before. It was one of those tube dresses that showed every delectable curve.
Crouching lower in his seat, he waited until she pulled out of her drive and was on her way. Jagger shot up and started the SUV’s engine the second the coast was clear.
