Page 25 of Her Last Hope
Nick let out a long breath, trying to ignore his brother’s glare of either concern or amusement. Didn’t matter. Logan was going to have a field day with this after the op was over.
“I’m told that Fielding needs more evidence to warrant the search, so it could be a few more days.”
Leandra’s eyes went wide. “We still need to move the merchandise tonight.”
“Agreed,” Ramos said. “I was thinking it would be better if you rode with me rather than with your husband.”
Logan pointed to his wrist, then waved his hand in front of his neck.
“Not going to happen,” Leandra said, nodding in Logan’s direction. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a few things to take care of before we exchange money for merchandise.”
She tapped the phone, then leaned back on the sofa. She scrolled through her email, and one caught her eye. “I’ve got an email from Nick Manovich.”
“What?” Nick asked. “That’s my alias, and I didn’t send you anything.”
She tapped on the attachment, which opened the PDF. She resized the document, and her pulse shot up when she realized what she was looking at. “These are the blueprints for the warehouse.” She held the phone up to Nick. “And a list of titled merchandise, which hasnothing to do with the business run out of that building.”
Nick snagged the phone from her hands. “That’s got to be from the agent working undercover.”
“I think you’re right.” Leandra pointed to the signature line which read:This is what you’ll need for tonight… a friendly…
Nick tossed the phone toward his brother, who caught it midair. “Can you get Mia to hack into Ramos’ shit and this email account, and maybe decipher the names and descriptions on that list?”
Logan nodded.
“Who’s Mia?” Leandra asked.
“My fiancé and she’s about the best hacker in the world,” Logan said with pride. “She’ll have this done in a matter of minutes.”
Nick swallowed his breath but at the same time puffed out his chest. The way Leandra handled herself with Ramos, and her determination to get the job done, had impressed Nick long before he’d snatched her from Ramos’ house.
“Mia’s a great hacker, but in battle, I’m glad I’ve got Leandra to watch my back.”
Did he just fucking say that?
“Are you implying your girl is better than mine?” Logan laughed, pointing toward Leandra, then tapped his neck. “Aren’t we a little old to be marking our territory?”
“What!?” Leandra twisted her body. “You didn’t?” She rubbed her neck, her sexy gaze locked with his.
Nick brushed her hair to the side, staring at the spot on her neck just under her earlobe where he remembered sucking as hard as he could in the throes of passion, leaving a giant, dark-red hickey. Something he hadn’t done since he’d been in high school.
“I kind of did.” Nick cupped the side of her neck, rubbing his thumb over the mark. He wasn’t proud of it, necessarily.
But he was proud of the woman who sat next to him.
“Wonderful,” she said quietly.
For a moment, Nick forgot all about his brother as he leaned in and brushed his lips across hers in a brief, but tender kiss.
“How bad is it?” she questioned.
“Let’s just say there is no way to cover it up.” Nick told himself to pull away, but his heart pounded in a way it hadn’t in years, and he’d be damned if he didn’t admit he liked it.
Or that it felt good.
“Consider it a play on being married,” Logan said, jostling Nick out of his trance. “What is up with the married cover anyway?”
“Quickest way I could think of for Leandra to bring me on as her partner.” Nick continued to stare into Leandra’s eyes, getting lost in her dark pools of warm honey, making him turn all gooey like an excited puppy.
