“I left a warm and well-satisfied woman in bed to come and chat with you. Let’s just say she looks a hell of a lot better in underwear than you.”
Quincy was across town in our hotel room. Actually,withoutunderwear. She was naked and sleeping off the three orgasms I gave her. Her scent clung to me, and I wanted to get back in bed with her before she realized I’d left. I wanted to wake her up with my head between her parted thighs.
The corner of his mouth tipped up.
“No doubt. Good to hear you’ve found someone.”
“Chatting about my love life isn’t why I’m here,” I reminded.
“You having this visit for Ford or for the warm and well-satisfied Quincy?”
Fuck, evenheknew we were together. How, I had no fucking idea.
“Qatar,” he said, answering my unspoken question. “I know everything about my men.”
“Quincy’s not one of yours. Never been on your team and doesn’t have anything to do with this. She’s mine. My woman, and I won’t have anyone fucking with her.”
“You’re here to protect her, from what? No way Williams would go after another admiral’s daughter. It’d be suicide.”
Valid point.
“Williams has got a hard-on for Ford. Why do you think he’s been feeding jobs to him? I did it because I thought… fuck, I sound like an idiot, but I thought it was to help him out. For setting him up with a solid career outside the Navy. But Williams has pushed them down to me to–”
“Know exactly what Ford’s up to.”
“Right. It’s not out of the generosity of his giving heart, that’s for fucking sure. The best way to keep tabs on your enemy is to keep him close.”
“And you helped by making it seem like you were tossing Ford a bone or two.”
He ran a hand over his short hair. “Yeah, well, I’ll have to live with that one.”
“This shit’s getting old. I want it done with.”
“I’m sure Ford agrees.”
I grunt in reply.
“Then let’s bring Williams down. Together. Your team’s ready. Williams may have controlled some jobs sent your way, but that’s all. Ford’s recruited a solid team, and you have other outside business now. Big money makers based on the new helicopter.”
“You’ve been watching.”
“Like I said, I keep track of my men.”
We were his, even out of the service.
“Your team’s solid and can take Williams down.”
“Hooyah.”
That made his lip tip up. “I’ll see what Williams might have next in the pipeline for Ford and let you know.”
“Think he’ll try to do something on that job?”
“It’s the perfect time,” he replied.
I stared at him. Thinking. There were no answers here. Not in the middle of the night. I needed to get back to Montana and hash it out with the others. Make a plan. To end it all.
“If it turns out you’re involved, you’ll be dead, and you won’t even know it.”