Before she could tell him he most certainly would, his phone buzzed. When he picked it up, she saw the name Kincaid on the screen. As he talked, she studied him, reaching up and sliding her fingers over his clean-shaven cheek. Although she thought he was crazy hot with a smooth face, she loved his stubbled look best. At her touch, he winked at her, which about melted her. If he put even a half-assed effort into making her fall for him she doubted she’d be able to resist. Sadly, he had heartbreak written all over him, yet she was beginning to believe he was worth the risk.
After a brief conversation with his boss, Cody set down his phone. “We’re meeting with him in the morning. Once we do that, you can call your cop friend if you still want to.”
Wow, she was going to get to meet the legendary Logan Kincaid. From the few things Cody had said of him, and the way Maria spoke of her brother as if he were some kind of hero who no one dared to mess with, she was as curious as a cat about the man.
Riley couldn’t help ogling her surroundings as she followed Cody through the inner sanctum of K2 Special Services on Wednesday morning. She felt as if she’d stepped into a movie set of a military war room. There were digital maps on the walls, monitors all over the place, and workspaces where men and women wearing headsets sat in front of computers that were angled in such a way to prevent her from seeing the screens. Offices lined the large, open middle room, most with their doors and blinds closed.
And that receptionist? Cody had introduced the woman only by her first name of Barbie. She was tall, gorgeous, and looked like she should be walking the runway for Victoria’s Secret with a pair of angel wings strapped to her back. After he’d punched in a code, then put his palm over a black box on the wall, and they’d entered the inside room, he’d leaned close to her ear and whispered that Barbie wore a gun strapped to her thigh.
“Remind me not to piss her off,” she’d whispered back, causing him to laugh.
With his hand on her lower back, Cody led her to a conference room, the only furniture a long table with chairs around it. There was a large screen TV mounted to the wall and a small black refrigerator in the corner. He pulled out a chair next to the one at the head of the table.
“Have a seat. Want something to drink?”
“Water would be nice.” She slid into the cushy black leather chair. Cody went to the fridge and returned with two bottles of water. She wondered if she’d asked for a slushy beer if they would’ve had one ready for her, lime and all. It just seemed like that kind of place, one where they already knew all your preferences and were prepared for you. Pretty cool but also spooky.
“This place is like being in some secret spy building. What did you say you people do?”
“Nice try, darlin’.” He took the seat next to her, leaving the one at the head of the table empty.
That dimpled grin of his did its job again, making her stomach fluttery and curling her toes. “I bet if I tortured you, you still wouldn’t tell me.”
An unholy gleam lit his eyes. “Probably not, but might depend on just what you have in mind.” He leaned over and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “There’s torture and then there’s torture.”
Which was exactly what he was doing to her by his words and his warm breath caressing her neck. Not to mention the tingling that shot through her as he nipped on her lobe. “Cody,” she gasped.
“Giving her a physical there, Dog?” a man said as he entered the room.
Riley jerked away, and when Cody laughed, she swatted him. Cheeks burning, she turned to the stranger, who was eyeing her with interest.
“As the team’s medic, I think I’m the one who should be examining her.” The guy winked at her.
“Touch her and you die.”
A wide grin split the man’s face. “Thought you weren’t going to drink the water,” he said mysteriously.
“Shut up, Doc.” Cody put a possessive hand on her arm.
What was that all about? The man was drop-dead gorgeous with his green eyes and beautiful smile. Another man walked in, and she recognized him as Maria’s husband, and following him was a blond, blue-eyed man. All of the guys were big, muscled, and just as drool worthy as Cody. She could grow to like this place.
“Riley, the one with the funny green eyes is Ryan O’Connor, our medic, which is why we call him Doc.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said after Cody introduced him. His eyes were definitely unusual, with orange streaks in the green, but they were beautiful.
“The scary looking one is Jake Buchanan, aka Tiger, aka Maria’s husband,” Cody said. “And the pretty one is Jamie Turner, aka Saint.”