“Agent Black’s job?” Cole whispers over Savannah’s shoulder, his lips brushing over her warm skin. She chuckles. He can tell she enjoys getting a rise out of him. “I hate your dress.”
“No, you don’t.”
He can’t help but smile. Damn woman is good, but he can play this game. He looks around, seeing most of the attention is on Mark and Melanie. The restaurant is loud and very busy.
“I want to run my hands up your thighs and find out what you’re wearing under that ridiculously tight dress.” She stiffens. Yes, at the moment, he has the power. “Push you up against the wall, bury my face in your neck, and show you just how fucking hard that dress is making me.” He gently traces circles along her smooth inner thigh. “Find out if you’re as ready for me as I am for you.” She swallows hard as her cheeks flush. “I want to taste—”
“Savannah, come with me to the bar?” Abigail asks, pulling his attention away. He wants to scowl at her again, but she doesn’t know what he was up to.
Savannah pushes back her chair and leans in, pretending to point to something in the far corner.
“Nothing,” she whispers, “to answer your question. I’m wearing nothing underneath.”
Poof!The power shifts back to her as his eyes widen, running down her body.
“Excuse me.” She gives him a sexy smile.
“I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that walking around the property,” Kyle jokes.
“What do you all do?” Melanie asks Cole, who is trying to drag his eyes off Savi.
“Army.”
“Really? I’ve always heard there’s a group that trains somewhere around here, but you never see them in their uniforms. Is that you guys?”
“Yes, we train all over the country.”
“Well, it’s kind of nice knowing there’s more protection up here. Seven policemen are hardly enough to handle this whole town, especially with the number of tourists we get. They should bring more cops in.”
Cole has to agree with her. The town is understaffed, but the police are well trained and work well with his company. No locals have ever stumbled upon their location because there are three separate armed gates spaced three miles apart, and you have to have a level five clearance to get through any of them. If anyone spots the house, the rumor they put out is the property belongs to a Kent Cuttingham, who made his millions in the green air industry. The Army and his father have every angle covered when it comes to the Shadows house. So far, there’s never been a problem.
“Cole,” Abigail places her hand on his shoulder, “either Savi has been recognized, or she has an admirer.”
He turns to where she shifts her gaze. At a small table by the window sit three men and a woman.
“Navy sports coat, blond hair,” she says through a smile as she notices Kyle watching them. “I didn’t want to hurry her away from the bar since she and June are talking, but he’s been watching her since we walked over. I notice he’s been pointing to her, and he said something to his friend on his left. They were looking at their phone and nodding.”
“Another round?” Cole asks the table as he stands cheerfully. “Mark, you want a scotch, neat?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” He nods.Scotch, neatis their code for possible threat.
“Melanie?”
“Nothing for me, please. I’m driving.”
“Very well.” He turns to Abigail. “Go have a seat. I’ll check it out.”
Cole casually heads toward the bar while watching the table by the window out of the corner of his eye. He catches Zack’s arm as he goes by.
“Table of three men and the woman, who are they?”
“Out of towners. Sounds like they’re from Chicago.”
“All right, can you do a sweep? Find out what they’re talking about.”
“Of course.” He moves off toward the kitchen.
Cole makes his way over to Savannah and slips in behind her. “Nicole, can I get you another?” She flinches but quickly recovers.