David watched them, a smile hovering on his lips, and wondered how the hell two people this attractive could be named Matilda and Edwin.
The intercom beeped and announced their hotel room was waiting.
Chance thanked the disembodied voice and scowled down at his notes. “Well, you’ve given us a lot to think about.” David snorted at Chance’s gift for understatement. “The only other question is if you have any idea who could be behind all this?”
Reese tore his eyes from Mati and shook his head, his expression grim. “Not a one. My father never once accused anyone. And the investigators I hired never came up with anything, either.”
Chance and David exchanged a long look. It was impossible to do an accurate threat assessment when they had so little to go on. The perpetrator had been able to keep his identity and motives well-concealed, possibly for decades, which indicated a level of sophistication that did not work in their favor.
“May I have the contact information for those investigators?” Chance asked. “I’d like to get their input.”
“By all means,” Reese said. “I’m sure Hodges has already told them what’s happened. They should be investigating this latest incident now, as are the police.”
“Excellent. If you could let them know it’s okay to speak with me and ask them—and Hodges—to keep me in the loop, that would help.”
“I’ll take care of that now,” Reese said, pulling out his phone.
David spared one last nod for Chance, knowing his friend would be all over this the moment they set foot out the door. The good news was that Mati and Reese were far away from where the threats seemed to be centered, and it would have been difficult for them to have been followed—a full night of driving and border control had seen to that.
The bad news was that because of the long night, Mati looked ready to collapse against Reese’s chest and pass out, and Reese didn’t look much better, the bruises under his eyes darker, his face paler.
David stood, enjoying how Mati’s and Reese’s eyes tracked his movements. He stretched showily and planted his hands on his hips.
“I think it’s time I got these two into bed.”
Reese couldn’t decide if he was flattered, amused, or horrified by David’s shameless announcement.
Mati had no such qualms and immediately burst into laughter.
She stood and pointed at David. “You’re a troublemaker.”
It didn’t sound like a criticism.
The way David smiled at Mati did things to Reese’s stomach that Reese was incapable of explaining in his current state. Perhaps ever.
“That’s the understatement of the century,” Chance muttered.
“What? I like to keep things interesting,” David said in what Reese presumed was meant to be an innocent voice.
“Hmmm…” Mati said with a long look up and down David’s body, “I bet you do.”
David’s eyebrows went up. Reese bit back a smile. At least he wasn’t the only one bowled over by Mati.
He stood and thanked Chance and Kieran. Kieran caught him in another tight hug.
Reese squeezed him back. “What’s with the Morrisons and these hugs?”
“They work, don’t they?”
Reese sighed as tension drained from his neck and shoulders. “Yeah, they really do.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell Callum you like them,” Kieran said as he released him.
Reese grinned. “Thank you.”
David waited for them by the door while they said their goodbyes, then Mati took Reese’s hand and pulled him from the office with a bright, if tired, smile for David.
Reese hadn’t been this excited about holding hands in at least twenty years. He wanted to blame it on fatigue, but he suspected it was because he was ridiculously easy when it came to Mati.
