Page 13 of Undercover Hacker

“Yes. I’ve added perimeter sensors to your cabin too.”

Travis took care of the cabin when I wasn’t around. With the missions we’d worked in the past, we both had people who would love to see us dead. He made sure no one could get to us.

Georgia had packed us a couple days’ worth of food and an apple pie. We said our goodbyes to my sister and brother in-law. The cabin was a quick ten-minute drive from the diner.

“Zane, do you have a burner phone I can use?”

“Who do you need to call? Your boss and best friend already tracked you down.” I wondered if she had a boyfriend she needed to contact.

Sophie shifted so she was facing me. “I need to call my landlord and ask her to take care of my cat, Jinx.”

The tension in my back released. I tossed her one of my many burner phones.

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Sophie

My landlord, Betty, would worry if she didn’t see me come home for more than a couple of days. She would call the cops and have them put out a missing person report on me. I needed to heed this before it became something. On the fifth ring, she finally picked up.

I informed her that I was out of town with a friend and wouldn’t be back for a week and asked if she would take care of Jinx. Betty said someone had been there earlier asking if she had seen me. She was worried and had already grabbed Jinx out of my apartment. She told me she had planned to call the cops if I hadn’t come home by tonight.

“What's going on?” Zane asked. His voice was deep and rich. It made my insides melt when he talked.

I knew I needed to be straight with Zane because Director Sanchez was coming after both of us.I wasn’t used to sharing this part of my life with anyone. For the last twenty-five years, I had dealt with Sanchez alone and hid it from everyone I knew because he asked me to. “Betty said someone scary was looking for me.”

Zane shook his head. We turned down a gravel driveway lined with evergreen trees, and the smell of pine was refreshing. The SUV rolled to a stop in front of a small cabin. It was a complete contrast to the mansion we were at a few hours ago. When I went to get out, Zane grabbed my arm.

“I needed to disarm the landmines.”

I laughed then looked at his face. He was serious. “Shouldn't you have done that before we drove into your yard?”

“Nah. I know where they are.”

That wasn’t too reassuring. Zane made a couple of clicks on his phone and nodded.

Who the fuck puts landmines around their house? This is crazy people stuff.

“Are you sure you got them all?”

Zane jumped out of the SUV and grabbed the bags of food from the back seat. When he was halfway up the drive, he turned. I hadn't made it out of the SUV yet. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get out of the vehicle. But knowing I couldn’t sit in the car all night, I got out and started toward the door. The sun was going down, and I was getting tired.

The inside of the cabin was warm and inviting. I expected a chair and TV, but Zane surprised me. The walls displayed photos of him, Zack, and Georgia. The living room looked into the kitchen, which had beautifulgranite countertops and cherry cabinets.

“Not what you expected?”

It was scary how the man could read my mind.

“Run and take a shower. While you’re in there, I will lay clothes out for you on the bed.” Zane turned and started to put the food away.

A hot shower sounded like a good idea. I headed back to his bedroom to find a master bath. The marble shower was huge. It could fit at least four people. The rainfall shower head hanging from the ceiling was calling my name.

I spent close to a half hour in the shower. It was refreshing. I grabbed the fluffy white towel from the rack to go see what Zane had laid out for me. When I opened the door to the bedroom, I stopped in my tracks. Zane was in a pair of boxers, leaning over to dig through a drawer. The man had a light sheen of water on his body from a shower, and his muscles flexed as he rose. My mouth went dry. The man filled every fantasy my brain conjured.

Zane turned. Histight butt that made my mouth water.

“Like what you see?”

Cocky bastard.“I’ve seen better.”

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