“Yes.”
“Leo was badly hurt and works with you now.”
“Yes.”
“Egan really blows up buildings plus, ah, other things and still works on some projects where his specialist training is needed. Your cousin helps out medically if required. You run all the computer systems in this country, keeping the agency hidden and the people safe?”
“I think you followed me pretty well.”
“And most of the security people are ex-agents?”
“Not all, but some.”
“So, you are all trained killers.”
“I told you that you kissed the right man, Raven. But no one can protect you better.”
I blew out a shaky breath. “I think I need to sit down.”
He smiled. “You are sitting, baby.” He held out his arms. “Would you feel better on my lap?”
I scrambled to my feet and dove onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I greedily inhaled his scent and felt the comfort of his embrace. It warmed me, grounded me.
He pressed a kiss to my head. “Trust me, Raven. You are safe.”
“I already trusted you. Now my mind is in overdrive.”
He chuckled. “I am a consultant with Hidden Justice. Way deep in the background. So is Egan. I run the agency. He does some work, but his name isn’t associated with the agency or anywhere but his gym and a couple other businesses.”
“Like?”
I grinned. “The master explosive expert loves to paint pretty landscapes, and he has created a very popular line of cologne and perfume he works closely with a company on. Apparently he has a gifted nose for fragrance.”
“Oh, ah, wow. And you?”
He glanced down, cupping my cheek. “I hang around pubs hoping to find a damsel in distress. I hit the jackpot last week.”
I sighed, looking down. “Can I ask you some questions?”
“You can ask me anything you want.”
I looked up, meeting his blue eyes. “Have you killed people?”