“So, it’s set. We leave tonight,” Ian said.
“You should call Luc. He really wants to talk to you,” El said.
He nodded. Ian dreaded this talk because there was a good chance he’d get his ass chewed out. Luc was quiet until he was pissed off.
Pulling out his phone, he stepped away from the kitchen. His boss picked up on the first ring. The man never seemed to have enough time off.
“Warner.”
“Luc, it’s Ian.”
“Thanks for calling. Can you give me an update?”
“I would rather not say much at the moment. I need to install better digital blockers.” He had been meaning to get better digital security, but he’d been so damned busy. He didn’t think it was that important, but he had gotten lazy in the last few years.
The sigh he heard over the phone told him that his boss wasn’t happy with the situation. “Fine. I understand you’ll be back soon.”
“Possibly. El has a way off the island.”
“Just don’t stay too long.”
“The fact that no one has shown up is a good sign. They definitely would have breached the house last night.”
“Okay. I take it you want a safe house?”
“Yes. That new one with the good cover would be fantastic.” He knew they had just bought it, and under a name not linked to the company. “It isn’t just about keeping her safe. We’ll need to discover who is after her, so it is best if she stays away from the public right now.”
“Gotcha. See you later.”
Then Luc hung up. What was it about the people in his life that they just hung up on him? He shook his head and headed back into the kitchen.
Everyone turned to look at once.
“Everything is in motion. We’ll have a safe house when we arrive.”
“I still think it would be better to let me leave on my own,” the stubborn woman said.
He opened his mouth to refute that comment.
“Lila,” his father said, a gentleness Ian rarely heard from him. She looked at Sam. “I could not leave you on your own. Your grandmother would come back to haunt me. You also know it isn’t smart.”
She sighed. “Fine. But I reserve the right to change my mind and leave.”
“Overruled,” Ian said.
She frowned at him. Of course, that just sent another slap of heat through him. He said nothing, but again, let one eyebrow rise. Her face flushed and she looked away. Damn, she was cute when she blushed.
And when did a woman blushing become a turn on for him? Ian was starting to realize that just about everything about her turned him on.
“Fine,” she mumbled again.
“Good, now eat,” he said sitting down beside her.
“You’re not the boss of me,” she said as she shoved a piece of pancake in her mouth. Satisfied that she was eating, he dug into his own breakfast. Ian knew he had won the battle, but the war would be long.
“We have no idea where she is,” Mason said.
Those damned cold grey eyes studied him. Air seemed to back up in his lungs. His boss said nothing. Mason knew that could be a good thing, or a bad thing.
