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They bumped fists.

Remy didn’t know what to feel. Hope and terror were warring inside him. Hope that he might have found his mate. And terror that he was going to fuck it up. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Why not ask her out? You can take it slow, like me and Callie.”

Remy snorted. “Yeah. That ‘slow’ thing lasted like, two weeks.”

Colt looked at him wickedly. “Exactly. Come on. You need a beer or six.” He got up and grabbed the throwing axes, dumping them into the storage bin.

Remy didn’t move. “I am not giving her turtles.”

Colt, already starting for the house, turned and walked backwards. “You could give her a sloth. Nothing’s slower than that.”

Remy scrambled to his feet. “Sloths are cool. And way cuter than turtles.”

Colt waited for him to catch up. “You love being a turtle uncle.”

“Do not.”

“Liar. Horney and Tiger Slut say you loooooove them. They told me how you’re planning to get fucking turtles tattooed on your butt.”

Remy laughed in spite of himself. “That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

His brother elbowed him. “Made you laugh, though.”

Chapter 16

For the next week, Jaeda alternated between feeling more alive than she ever had in her life, and wondering what on earth had possessed her to get involved with Remy McCall and his crew’s investigation.

Whenever she got the chance, she was searching the computers and file cabinets for anything that could be used as evidence against her boss: accounting files, purchase orders, invoices, contracts.

Whenever she found something that might help them build a case, she made copies of it and smuggled them out to Remy and his team, either electronically or in paper form.

She also passed on to Remy everything she could find on Bruce Martin’s so-called accident, and the personnel info on Sutcliffe’s former assistant, Olivia Nardone. They were trying to track down Olivia.

Jaeda hoped she was okay.

Remy, with network passwords and protocols given to him by Jaeda, was trying to hack into Sutcliffe’s records. The problem was, Sutcliffe didn’t use a company-issued computer. He used his own high-end, custom laptop, which he brought to work every day and logged into the company network.

The IT department was not happy about it. They considered it to be a security risk. Little did they know it was the only computer on the whole damn network Remy couldn’t hack into.

Remy had set up shop in some kind of safe house they’d rented here in the city, to save the hour-plus drive back and forth from the Wild Blood territory. Brandon and some of the other crew members came and went. Colt was staying in the hotel room, probably sneaking his mate in when he wasn’t being watched by Sutcliffe’s men.

This past week, the latest batch of substandard materials had been ordered for the construction project. They had to gather all their evidence before the materials arrived and the next phase of construction began.

It was exhilarating, working to bring down a bad guy. Jaeda was starting to understand why her dad loved Enforcer work. And she had to admit, the danger brought an adrenalin high of its own.

Even if she wasn’t seeing Remy.

He texted her every day, or called, checking in to make sure she was okay, and that the security men that Sutcliffe had on her tail weren’t threatening her.

It was kind of sweet—but it also made it that much harder for her to forget how he made her feel when she was with him. Especially when their phone conversations went on way longer than necessary, and kept her laughing. Why the hell couldn’t she meet a human guy who made her feel like that—and made her laugh?

Focus on the case, she kept telling herself. It was coming together bit by bit, but Brandon, Colt and Remy were frustrated about not being able to find Sutcliffe’s dirty money—or any hard evidence that he was behind Bruce Martin’s accident.

They needed a smoking gun, a paper trail, or a confession.

To add to Jaeda’s tension, Sutcliffe was clearly pissed off that she’d supposedly slept with ‘Colt’.