Page 37 of Covert Temptation

Only it wasn’t his sign-in.

A second profile had been made.

Kennedy.

Her name resonated in his mind, echoing and growly as if he spoke it aloud.

He blinked at the username—Diana Prince.

His brows creased as he stared at the name, then shook his head, equally annoyed and impressed that she had managed to get into his device. Not so much that creating a guest login was high tech, but that she’d been smart enough—and gutsy enough—to do it at all.

She had access to his laptop for fifteen minutes tops, and she hadn’t just breached it—she’d set herself up like she owned it.

He logged into her profile with a brief hack of her password, which wasn’t nearly secure enough. When the screen flashed to life, he nearly choked.

Pink flowers filled the entire screen from corner to corner. He wasn’t a flower person, but he recognized that they were Japanese cherry blossoms. A pagoda was tucked between the blooms and branches.

“Seriously? Japan? It’s not even Washington DC!” He ran his hand over his face for the second time in five minutes.

With a few practiced keystrokes, he clicked the browser and pulled up the user history.

He almost sat back in his seat when he saw that she’d visited social media. Jesus Christ, was she insane? The woman was inhiding.In a freakingsafe house.

As soon as he clicked open the profile, his mind stuttered to a halt. She wasn’t checking her own profile for comments or posts. This wasn’t Kennedy’s profile—it was her mother’s.

Because the government knew everything about Kennedy, Dante had access to her parents’ names, but he hadn’t dug deep into her past. Until now he never had reason to take a closer look. The FBI did all that.

But he wasn’t prepared for the unhinged mess that appeared to be Kennedy’s mother.

After a brief skim of the content, cringing at every post, he clicked on the other profile she’d visited, already guessing before it popped up on the screen that it belonged to her father.

He wasn’t wrong. Her father shared a profile with his new partner, and the content there raised a lot of questions in Dante’s mind.

Kennedy didn’t seem to be anything like her parents. Not that that was so unusual—he wasn’t anything like his either.

Tracking every move Kennedy made on the device was the easy part, but the hot feeling in his chest wasn’t something he wanted to deal with.

No way could he get closer to her, not after this.

Confusion rolled through every corner of his mind. This was his chance to prove he was right—Kennedy was guilty.

Diana Prince.Where had he heard that name?

With an ear trained to the shower and his focus on the screen, he hastily followed the next path she’d taken.

What he saw made him sit back in his seat and stare in wonder at the screen.

Surely not. The woman wouldn’t be so careless with her information.

But he was looking at her email login and password.

Heart pounding faster, he opened the email, holding his breath as though all the treasonous things she’d done would explode onto the screen in plain sight like so many pop-ups.

A quick sifting through the email inbox revealed that she hadn’t hidden anything from him. Maybe she didn’t know how to cover her tracks, but she obviously didn’t take steps to even try.

Another thought occurred to him.

Maybe shewantedhim to see her activity.

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