Page 45 of Her Last Hope
She looked up but didn’t see anything. “I need you guys for all my missing person’s cases.”
“We’re always available to family,” Dylan said, patting her shoulder.
“I’m not family,” she said, ignoring the tingle the word ‘family’ sent through her bloodstream.
“Those matching hickeys might as well be wedding bands,” Dylan said as they rounded a corner in the path that opened up into the pool area.
Nick adjusted his collar. “Focus on the mission, asshole,” he muttered.
An eighties’ rock anthem belted through an impressive sound system. Women in bathing suits made of more string than fabric walked around serving drinks.
They stood just outside the pool deck, still hidden in the trees. She scanned the area, becoming painfully aware of her size. Every woman she could see had to be a size six or less. It had taken her a long time to be comfortable in her own skin and even longer to believe and feel her body was beautiful. She ran her hand down her stomach. Her body had muscle, but it also had curves.
At least your body is proportionate. Imagine if you had no boobs, you’d look like a pear, or no ass. That would be a real shame.Her mother’s words jostled around in her brain as some skinny chick whipped off her bathing suit top, and her oversized fake boobs didn’t even bounce as she jumped into the pool.
Instinctively, Leandra grabbed her own breasts.
Nick laughed, his hand squeezing her hip as he pulled her close. “You’re the sexiest woman in this place,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
“Thank you.” She smiled at him, knowing he meant what he said.
Dylan held up a small circular object. “Ramey and Logan will be able to hear everything, but we’re flying blind, so to speak.”
She nodded, letting Nick attach the listening device to her blouse, his fingers grazing the top of her breasts.
“When we find Skyler, or find her location, just say, ‘I need another drink’ and then meet down by the gate where we came in,” Dylan said with his hands in his pockets as if he hadn’t a care in the world but taking in the view of breasts bobbing on the surface of the water. “If at any time you feel as though you’re in danger or need assistance of some kind, just say, ‘I need the bathroom.’ Ramey and Logan will find you.”
“And how do we find out if someone else finds Skyler or that we need to leave? Can we use our cell phones?”
“Only as a last resort. They have a rule about pictures, and if they see a phone, they will take it and kick you out,” Dylan said, raising his finger to his throat. “Only thing is I believe if that happens, you’ll be leaving in a body bag.”
Nick turned, slipping his hands around her waist. “We don’t have to split up.”
“We’ll cover more ground if we do.”
He tightened his lips. “I’d rather we didn’t.”
“I’m a big girl, and I know what I’m doing.”
“Not in this type of op you don’t,” Nick said with an arched brow. “You’re staying with me.”
“No. I’m not.”
“But what if…if…” He pressed his lips to her ear. “What if you’re pregnant?”
“We had sex like five minutes ago. I think that might take a bit of time to develop.” She shook her head. “How much time do we have again?”
“Ninety minutes until we meet back at the gate,” Dylan said.
“Let’s get this party started.” Leandra didn’t wait for either Sarich brother to say a word as she strolled down the path, away from the protection of the trees, and on to the pool patio.
She took a drink off a tray from one of the half-naked girls, who didn’t look overly thrilled to be serving anyone anything.
The beach house, if you could call a twenty-thousand-square-foot building a house, was lit up like the Fourth of July with decorative lights everywhere. As she strolled by a table with a group of people snorting cocaine off some chick’s ass, she watched people coming and going from the main house. She needed to get in there.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nick strolling on the other side of the pool, his hands in his pockets, smiling to all the hot women who approached him.
Focus.
