Page 28 of Kept By The Agents

Cat nodded her head, spearing a vegetable and nibbling on it. A surprised look flashed over her face. Just because we moved around a lot on assignment didn't mean I liked to eat shitty food. Learning to cook had been a necessity, and I'd taken it seriously.

Glancing over at Weaver, I told him, "Take a look at the drive Boris gave you. See if there is anything useful in it."

He nodded. "That was my plan. I also want to trace back the man who was scouting our safehouse out, maybe he can lead me back to his bosses."

"Good. Have Cat help."

All three looked up at me in surprise. Even though I'd told Cat earlier it was my plan to have her help Weaver out, she still looked shocked that I'd said it out loud in front of everyone. I didn't bother mincing words. I said what I meant.

"Uh… I don't really need-"

Pinning him with a no nonsense stare, I repeated, "Have Cat help."

"Sure thing." He looked back down at his plate.

I knew he was mentally cussing me out right now because his entire plan, if I knew him as well as I thought I did, was putting as much distance between him and Cat as possible. That was the last thing I wanted. I needed him to get comfortable around her. So for the unseeable future they were going to be work and sleep partners.

Suave hid his grin by shoving more potatoes in his mouth. He knew exactly what I was up to even if Weaver and Cat didn't. When I caught his gaze, he winked at me. It was my turn to smother my smile. I wasn't sure what was going to be more exciting, taking down the Raleka, or getting Cat to fall in love with all three of us.

CHAPTER 13

Catalina

The guys left me with the dishes after dinner. I didn't mind because I volunteered. They were more than happy to let me do the chore and I needed to help out somehow.

It also delayed the inevitable. Going upstairs and spending the night with Weaver was the last thing I wanted to do. Just thinking about him catching me pleasuring myself made my skin heat with embarrassment. I'd never have done that if I'd known that Brandon would have us staying in the same room.

The hunger on Weaver's face was hard to shake from my thoughts. He'd watched me like he was about to break through that shower door and finish me off. For a brief moment, I'd wondered what would happen if I invited him into the shower with me. Then reality had crashed over me and I'd shouted at him. Later, I almost felt bad because it was clear he hadn't meant to invade my privacy.

And because I wanted him to.

Climbing the stairs, I made my way to my room. Brandon was standing in the doorway of his and Suave's bedroom. He gave me a deliberately toothy smile. "Sleep well, Catalina."

I heard Suave's snort of amusement from afar, but I didn't bother to respond to either that or Brandon's taunting. Tilting my chin up another notch, I moved past him as gracefully as I could and closed my own door behind me.

My heart was racing in my chest. Having so many men pay this much attention to me, all at once, was exhilarating, even if I didn't want any of them. I ignored the little blip inside my chest that seemed to infer that maybe that wasn't the truth.

Weaver was already sitting at the little desk in the corner, hunched over his laptop. His hair flopped onto his glasses as he stared down at the screen and I had this insane urge to walk over to him and brush the locks away so he could see better. Maybe sit in his lap and see how long it would take to distract him from his work.

Shaking my head at the direction my thoughts had taken, I picked up my pajamas and went into the bathroom to change. Weaver was still working when I came out and got into bed. I settled in and watched him as he worked.

He kept shoving his glasses up onto his nose as he read through whatever Boris had put on that USB. My curiosity was burning, but it wasn't stronger than my need for sleep.

"Come to bed."

Weaver froze like I suggested he do something despicable to a bunch of baby kittens. The look he shot me over his shoulder was utter confusion.

My lips twisted in a wry grin as I realized he'd already forgotten I was here. Had he even heard me come into the room? Get into bed? Probably not. He was the type who focused so hard that everything around him disappeared.

"In a few minutes," he mumbled as he turned back to the screen.

It was clear he was going to end up glued to that chair all night while he searched. It was going to be my job to make sure that I didn't chase him out of this bed each night by merely being present. I sighed and wondered why Brandon had put the two of us together. The easy answer would have been to have Suave and I room up. Even with our baggage, we were comfortable together.

"What's your first name?"

He was back to staring at me like I'd asked him to spill top security level clearance secrets. "What?" His eyes were magnified by the glasses and he was blinking at me like an owl whose nap had been interrupted.

How was his confusion so endearing? His disheveled appearance made me smile and somehow, I found it sexy. He wasn't my usual type, maybe that was what was so alluring about him. It was easy to see that he wasn't super comfortable around strangers, yet I'd seen him speak to the other men, even those who'd come to help that first night, with ease.

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