She sucked in a breath. “So he knew you?”
“He did. As I said, I was angry—the perfect person for him to recruit.”
Something didn’t add up. “How did you end up working at the FBI?”
“I came to my senses in college. My roommate’s father worked at the Bureau, and he thought it might be something I’d like. So after a stint in the service, I trained hard, applied to be an agent, and was accepted. When Statler’s name came up in association with human trafficking, I asked to go undercover. Because of my father’s connection to Statler, he welcomed me. All I had to do was act like my old self. The man never suspected anything was amiss until I tried to kill him.”
“I would have liked to have been a fly on that wall.”
Jay grinned then sipped his drink. The waiter returned for their order. Riley had once mentioned that he loved fish and proved it by ordering a cedar-planked Salmon. Jay had some kind of chicken dish, and she chose the steak. From seeing a few of the meals on other tables, all the dishes appeared to be delicious.
“What about you?” Riley asked. “Did you and your dad get along?”
“We did, mostly because he was often on tour in the Middle East. My father was a Staff Sergeant in the Marines, and needless to say, he was tough. Perhaps, because I was an only child, he wanted to impart all of his beliefs and wisdom to me. I had to learn at an early age how to accept responsibility and do what was right. Always.”
Riley leaned closer. “Did you ever have fun?”
She chuckled. “Yes. My mother saw to that. It was because of my father, though, that I joined the Bureau.”
“That’s not fun.” Riley’s eyes began to change color, implying he had sex on the brain.
She leaned closer to both men. “If you must know, I found pleasure in sex. It was my way of coping with the rigid structure in my life and was my form of fun.”
“While I agree sex can be fun,” Jay said, “there is a difference between them.”
“Do tell.” She was interested in his interpretation.
“To me, fun is going out with a bunch of my friends, watching a fantastic football game, or fixing up my car and then racing it.”
She laughed. “You are such a guy.”
He grinned. “I try. Sex, on the other hand, touches a different part of my mind—and no, I’m not talking about the one between my legs. Making love with the right woman—you—excites and stimulates me to want to fight another day.”
“That’s incredibly sweet and highly romantic. Thank you.” She faced Riley. “How about you? What do you do for fun?”
“Same as you. I’d rather spend my time fighting for justice than sitting around shooting the breeze with a bunch of airheads.” He glanced at Jay, whose brows immediately furrowed.
“My friends are not airheads. They’re jocks.”
“If you say so.”
From the sparkle in both of their eyes, they were enjoying the banter. Fortunately, their food arrived and they all dug in. Her steak was divine and the men claimed their meal was one of the best they’d had in a long time.
In between bites, they talked about the books they’d read, the sports they’d played in school, their heroes growing up, and what their dream jobs might be. Not surprising, they all said they liked what they were doing, though Riley reiterated that he wanted to leave the Bureau and join the Pack.
By the time they finished eating and polished off the bottle of wine, it was time to head home. If she had any say in the direction of the evening, they’d be enjoying a little fun time soon.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Are you tired?” Jay asked as he tossed the keys on the table in their motel room.
Sarah had yawned several times during their drive home, but she wasn’t going to let a little sleep deprivation stop her from making love with them. Now that the men had finished with their brainstorming for the night, she wanted to divert their attention to something more pleasant. “I could be persuaded to have a little fun.”
Jay grinned. “Since you’ve had a long day, how about we help you undress?”
That would cut short their foreplay since they’d take her right away. “How about I start with undressing you both? That will let me explore your bodies and maybe find a few secret spots that really turn you on.”
Jay slipped her purse off her shoulder and set it on the table. “I’m game. While we made a lot of progress at dinner toward learning about each other personally, it’s always a good thing to find out more on the physical front.” He looked over at Riley grinning widely. “You good with Sarah exploring us for a bit?”