Page 26 of Sweet Little Spies

“I am not your sub,” Carys announced.

“I’m definitely not your fucking sub.” Aidan sat back, anangry gaze in his eyes.

But they were, and he’d left them. He didn’t think he’d hada choice, but he’d left them, and it was time to show them the boss was backand they could relax.

Except they were insisting on going into all the danger he’dbeen trying so hard to keep them out of. It looked like fate was going to throwthem together all over again.

Starting here and now.

Tristan calmly stood and walked over to the door, turningthe lock and hitting the button that lowered the shades.

It was time to start winning back his subs.

Chapter Four

The shades slid into place, and it suddenly hit Carys whythere was a lock on a conference room door and why those shades were sotechnologically advanced. It got plenty dark in here. They didn’t need theshades.

Also, what the hell was she doing?

She’d agreed to go on an Agency op with her fiancé and theman who should have been her other fiancé. Who the hell did that? She wasn’t anoperative. She wasn’t the girl who looked for an adrenaline rush. Carys Taggartwas the responsible one who always did the right thing, not the dangerous chickwho took on the world. Nope. She left the adventure to her cousins.

She was the woman who’d never looked at a man beyond the twoshe’d been in love with since she was a child. Falling for two guys and keepingthem both had been her life’s rebellion.

Except it hadn’t felt like rebellion. Loving Tris and Aidanhad been natural.

So how the hell was she here?

All she knew was she’d been sitting there, and she’d knownit couldn’t be over. Not yet. It had to end because they’d lied to her, but sheneeded closure. Closure that wouldn’t cost her every ounce of her dignity.

Closure? Did she fucking want closure?

She was so angry with them both, and she didn’t know whereto put it.

“Carys, do you want to talk?” Aidan asked.

Aidan was the sweet one. He was also the one who could getlost in his work. Tris had always been the one who remembered things. Tris wasthe one who poked them and reminded them they had physical needs.

“She doesn’t want to talk,” Tristan said, and his voice hadgone dark and deep. “She needs something else.”

Aidan frowned, his gorgeous face going sullen. “I hardlythink she wants sex right now. She would rather yell at us.”

“I’m not going to yell,” she said quietly. When she wentquiet, everyone knew she was serious. She didn’t yell and shout when she wasangry. She shut down, and she sometimes required a little discipline to get outof the corner she put herself in.

What did she want more? To punish them? To walk away andfeel self-righteous? Or did she want to use them so she could cry and try toget some perspective?

If she stayed here in this head space, she wouldn’t processanything that had happened today. There would be nothing but her clinging tocold logic, and despite the sense logic seemed to make, this was something sheneeded her heart to process.

But she couldn’t ask for it. Not with words.

“Carys, are you going to make this hard on me?” Tristanstood there looking so stunning. He wore a slightly too large T-shirt he’dalmost surely borrowed from TJ or Cooper, but she knew what his chest lookedlike.

Or did she? It had been so long.

“I’m going to make it impossible,” she whispered. Theimpulse to go was checked by her desperate need to get him to push her untilshe broke. She couldn’t start to heal unless she truly broke.

“Then I’ll have to remind you that any disrespect is goingto be punished,” he returned in a softer tone. “Any sarcasm or nasty words willhave to be dealt with.”

“What the fuck, Tris?” Aidan asked.

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