That this was all in vain.
That he’s going to tell them anyway because he’s atruth is always rightperson.
Fuck.
This isn’t how I wanted the triplets to find out.
It’s truly not.
“You’ll do whatever I ask?” he finally says, low and slow.
“If it’s not the wrong kind of illegal.”
He snorts, clearly disgusted. “Fucking rich people.”
“Illegal is still occasionally ethical and moral, and my sister has an arrest record to prove it. What do you want?”
He holds my gaze, swallowing and making his Adam’s apple bob.
Thereissomething he wants.
Something big.
I wonder if I’ll be building a center for veterans. An arboretum in his mother’s name. She died when he was in his early teens. Cyril found the obituary.
A string of curses rolls through my mind as another angle he might be after pops into my head.
What if he wantshisex back? What if he wants my help with that? I don’t know how or why I could help with that, but I don’t know who she is.
Maybe she knows people in my circles. Maybe she’d listen to them.
I’ve decided I’ve made a tactical error when he finally speaks, his voice low and gravelly and hesitant. “Hire me.”
“What?” That isnotwhat I expected him to say.
There’s something haunted in his eyes that says he wants something more than a job.
“You only have one man here.”
I blink at him. “Do I?”
Better question—how long has he known who I am that he’s been able to figure out I’m operating with only one security agent?
“You do. Let me be his backup. I want to start my own security firm, and an endorsement from someone like you would go a long way to getting me up and running.”
I fold my arms, a clearer picture forming in my mind as I piece together what I know about his background.
His unemployment for the past year.
The lawsuits between him and Technique Group.
Him not being involved in the company his mother founded anymore but still wanting to work in the industry.
“That’s not what you want,” I say softly.
His brows lift just enough to make the fading dye streaks on his forehead wrinkle, but it’s the haunted look in his eyes that convinces me I’m right.
“You’re an expert on what I want now?” he says.
