Page 13 of The Twilight Theft

“Okay…”

I spun, startled by Emmett’s voice. Should have closed the door.

“What’s the deal with you and Drew?”

I exaggerated an eye roll and dropped back into my chair. “Is he gone?”

Emmett leaned against the doorframe, looking over his shoulder in such a blatant way it was obviously a dig at me. “He left right after you stormed off.”

“I didn’t storm.”

“It was less elegant than how you normally leave a meeting.”

“Elegant.” I snorted a laugh. “Now there’s a word that’s never been applied to me.”

“You rarely leave with a great deal of stealth either, but I think half the office was wondering what happened.”

“I don’t trust him.” No, that wasn’t it. What was?

He came into the room, closing the door behind himself. “Are you pouting about the undercover thing?”

“I’m probably just hungry.”

“Or crashing from a sugar high?” He sat in the chair on the other side of my desk, crossing his legs like the smooth operator he’d been groomed to be. “I know the last job we did with him didn’t turn out the way you envisioned it, but it was still successful.”

Successful, my butt. Our anti-heist had wound up as a staged break-in. All to cover Drew’s bad decisions. “You don’t think this is a conflict of interest? We were just hacking into Gideon Tremaine’s computer five hours ago. Now we’re working for him?”

Emmett shrugged. “I had a brief chat with the team once Drew was gone. It’s a perfect opportunity to get close to Tremaine if Brie’s Trojan doesn’t work.”

“Scarlett and Malcolm will focus on Tremaine himself?”

“I expect so.”

Still sounded like a conflict of interest to me. That’s what we did, though. Ran the fine line between legal and not quite, to do good in the world. So why did this feel wrong? “And we’re not telling Drew any of that?”

“Of course not.”

“So we end up being the ones no one can trust?”

He uncrossed his legs and sat forward, setting his hands on my desk. “If it’s not Drew, what is it? Tanner?”

I needed a snack. Something less sugary. “I’m going for food.” I stood, but he did the same, barring my way to the door. “What are you doing?”

“How did I miss it?” He folded his arms, looking down at me.

Pity? No thank you.

We were not discussing me. “Trusting people outside our team hasn’t turned out well for us lately.” Too many double-crosses and surprises.

“Worked out well with Malcolm.” He pointed to a photo on my wall. “And Leigh.”

“They’re not Drew.” I held up a finger. “They were team players. He’s not.”

“He is. Just because he questions your quick decis—”

Another finger. “He’s too grumpy and serious for undercover work.”

“So is Scarlett, but she’s exceptional at undercover.”

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