Damon slugged him in the shoulder, but his eyes were on the woman who commandeered his every thought. “I’m happy for you.”
“Yeah, well, hold that thought. It’s not like we’ve discussed our future.”
“You will. Duchess is a great woman.”
A flare of jealousy toward his brother made his gut tighten but he pushed it away. Damon and Nadia were friends, nothing more.
“She is, but she’s also fucking amazing at this job. Is it fair to ask her to give this up and be with me?”
“Or now, hear me out, you could walk away from Cavendish for her.”
Gideon gave his brother his full attention, the idea never having crossed his mind. “And do what?”
“I don’t know, grow tomatoes? Write a book, knit, windsurf, how the fuck should I know? My point is you can do whatever you want.”
All his life he’d been groomed for this role, he enjoyed it but did he love it? “Well, it’s moot until we fix this mess.”
Bás strode into the middle of the room and Nadia came to his side, planting herself behind him, but he needed her closer and hooked her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. It was a risk, she might just castrate him for being so forward in front of her friends, but she didn’t. She smiled and kissed his cheek. Hurricane and Reaper bumped fists with a grin, but nobody said a word.
“Listen up.”
The room went silent, the air stilling, almost like the sky before a tornado blew through.
“I have a few pieces of information to share with the team.”
Each of them looked calm, not bored exactly but not like Bás was imparting news and he suspected they already knew and this was for him and Damon.
“We have confirmed that Melissa Green is in fact Marsha’s daughter.”
“How?”
Bás canted his head. “DNA doesn’t lie, my friend.”
“We also have evidence that Carter was blackmailing Tarquin with telling Melissa, who we believe is just a normal woman who thinks her life is all sunshine and rainbows.”
“Does that put her in danger?”
“Yes, which is why Titan is heading to the US to offer security. He’ll meet with Tarquin, and we hope to gain his support and allow us to gather as much intel as we can from him about Marsha.”
“Can’t we just arrest her now?”
“No.” Bás shook his head but Gideon was distracted by the woman playing with the back of his neck where his hair met his collar. She shifted and it made things worse, his dick hardening beneath her thighs.
Bending his head, he spoke into her neck. “Stop teasing or I’m going to bend you over this table and fuck the sexy ass that’s torturing me.” A hitch met his ears and he almost groaned, she was fucking turned on by the thought. “Fuck me, you want that.”
“So, as I was saying, we’ll visit Marsha and speak with her, but I want everyone on alert. As far as we know Hansen is still in London and he won’t hesitate to come after any one of us.”
Duchess moved to stand, and he held her hips tight keeping her in place. “If you move, the whole room is going to get a show of exactly what you do to me.”
The others dispersed, leaving them alone, and he wished he had more time, just the two of them to explore everything between them. He couldn’t get enough of her and doubted he ever would.
“Is that a fact?”
He pinched her ass and she yelped.
“Ow.”
“That’s for teasing me.”