Page 40 of Dark Reunion

“Sexy, I need you to wipe the memory of everything we said and where we went. Keep my access so I can summon you if needed,” Dean ordered, leaning forward and opening the glove compartment.

“Yes, Sir. All information has been permanently deleted.”

“What’s that?” Ricco asked as Dean stuffed the watch-shaped piece into his pocket.

“A fun toy.” Dean smirked. “Come on let’s go.”

Getting out, they quickly cleaned out the sand they had tracked in, then closed and locked the doors. They paused briefly before crossing the open courtyard. The floodlights threw deep shadows across the stone. Carlos’s office light burned, a square of yellow in the black façade.

Ricco lingered, eyes flicking upward once before vanishing back into the shadows.

“Let’s go,” Dean whispered.

Dean didn’t bother to look up. Didn’t break stride. They took the same back way into the house, silent, then split off one by one.

Dean reached the suite, opened the door, and stepped inside.

Yasmine was waiting, baby curled against her chest, the twins sprawled in sleep on their bed. She looked up at him, questions burning in her eyes. He didn’t answer, just bent down and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“One more move,” he whispered, breath against her skin. “One move at a time is all it takes to tip the board.”