Page 8 of While You Were Spying
I google the resort. Bernard’s picture is on the website. He’s not bad-looking—if you’re into much, much,mucholder men.
Which I’m not.
I spend the next few minutes pulling up whatever information I can find about his resort. It caters exclusively to adults—as long as you’re married—and offers an array of couple-focused activities: spa treatments, sports, wine tasting, cooking lessons, marriage counseling.
“Wow, just look at this place,” I say to Mojo. He ignores me, happy to continue napping. “Can you imagine what it costs to stay here?” It’s a five-star resort and looks every part of it.
I’malmostsorry I’m not married in real life. It looks like a great place to stay—when you’re not there on a mission.
I keep searching for additional info on Bernard but don’t find much more than some stuff about his movies.
There’s only one person I know who can find additional intel about Bernard Bradshaw, and he’s currently at home taking a shower.
* * *
Fifty minutes later,the person I’m waiting for enters the main doors with Adam. Both are casually dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Both look very badass.
“Welcome back. In one piece.” At leasttheymanaged to return home in the same condition they left in.
Adam folds his arms across his chest. “I take it you heard about Jayden.”
“That I did. Any word on how he’s doing?” Liam hasn’t contacted me since the initial conversation.
“We called Liam on the way over. They gave Jayden a heavy dose of painkillers that has him pretty much knocked out for now.”
Connor crouches next to the snoozing Mojo and pets him. “But it’ll take more than painkillers to keep him at home for the next few weeks while he recovers.”
Adam’s phone rings. He answers it and walks toward his office.
“I have someone I need a background check on,” I tell Connor. I write Bernard’s name on a sticky note and hand it to him.
“New case?”
“Possibly.”
“Does he have a known address?”
I tell him about the resort and the information my grandmother shared regarding her ex-boyfriend.
“Okay, give me an hour, and I’ll send you everything I can find. If you need anything more than that, it might take me a few extra days.”
“Thanks.”
The next hour is spent fielding phone calls and emails. I’m the one who gets the general inquiries from individuals interested in hiring the company. Some requests are basic investigations. Nothing too dangerous.
Liam and his second in command, Landon, handle the special-ops-type missions. Those calls never come through me, but I’m the one who ensures the men have whatever they need…no matter how difficult it is to obtain.
The main door to the reception area opens, and Liam’s wife, Ava Quade, enters, carrying their eight-month-old daughter, Cassie.
Grinning, I jump out of my seat and rush over to them. “He’s not here yet.”
“I know. He called to give me his ETA.”
We hug, sandwiching Cassie between us. And then I get to work, fussing over the little girl. “Wow, you’re growing so big. What’s your daddy feeding you?”
Cassie gifts me with a wide toothless grin—and drool.
“I heard Jayden is injured,” Ava says. “How are you doing?”
