“You’re right. It really is none of your business.”
“Stubborn woman. I have a couple of pictures for you.” He slides three pictures toward me on the coffee table.
“Hunt Packard.” I point to the first picture. “Annnnnd, I think this guy’s name is Taylor … Thomas … Maddon.” I hum, thinking about it. “Taylor Maddon, that’s it.” I tap the second picture after naming them both.
“Do you know what any of them do?” he asks, carefully watching my face.
“Pay for sex?” I ask, attempting to be innocent.
“Claire …”
“God, loosen up, Lex. I’m the prisoner here, not you. I don’t know their jobs outside of anything Cano related.”
“You aren’t a prisoner.” He holds his hand up to silence me before I can refute. “And what did they do for Cano?”
“I can only say Taylor did deliveries. Hunt only watched the women. Paid for more, occasionally. I didn’t see any actual packages, though, so I can’t say they were drugs or artifacts.”
I turn my focus to the pizza.It really is damn good pizza.It makes me think about Adam again. That first couple of weeks, I didn’t want to see him. My head was a fucking trainwreck with figuring out I was pregnant and all. I couldn’t tell you up from down, facts from fiction. I remember Lex asked me a couple of times if I wanted Adam there, and I immediately said no because I didn’t want him to see me like that.
I guess I just didn’t realize I wouldneversee him.
“Hey, Lex?” I decide to go for broke.
“What’s up?” he asks, not taking his focus from the notes he’s taking.
“Would it be possible … I mean, it’s stupid … I just ...” I stumble over my words.
“You want to see Adam?”
“Is that even possible?” I whisper.
“I can make that happen. Juliette won the fucking bet, though.” His head shakes.
“What bet?” I sit up.
“How long it would take you to ask for him. He’s been going fucking crazy, so we made a little office bet on when he would be put out of his misery.” He smirks at me.
Adam has been going crazy? Maybe it wasn’t one-sided.
“I, umm, don’t know how to respond to that.”
“Act like I didn’t tell you. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He cringes, realizing that telling me about an office bet involving me probably wasn’t ideal.
“You’re the WITSEC guy, right?” I decide to mess with him a little bit.
“I am,” he says slowly.
“Are you always this unprofessional with the people you’re protecting?” I try to hide my smirk.
“Unprofessional? What the hell? I got you pizza! That has to count for something.” He’s completely offended, and I have to laugh.
“It does, especially for a preggo lady. You’re right. It’s just easy to mess with you. God knows I don’t have any other fun here.”
“I know it’s been a long time. This is just such a vast case; we’re trying to ensure you stay safe.” He rubs his hand across the back of his neck.
“I know … I’m just …”
“Lonely,” he murmurs.
