“I’m sitting in a room without a toilet,” he said. “That’s an improvement, but I hear you’ve decided to be smart about Alvarez. I won’t throttle you.” He winked.

Kara laughed and Blake’s fingers flexed at her hip. “Something I need to know about you two?”

Kara grinned. “Don’t worry. I drugged you first. You’re my number one.”

“Kara,” Royce said, drawing her attention to where he’d claimed the desk as his own again. “We were just talking about how to get you out of the cartel without blowing Blake’s cover.”

“Yes, well,” she said, “I was thinking about that. Before we pull me out—”

“Kara,” Blake growled, turning her to face him.

“Relax,” she said, her hands settling on his shoulders. “I’m not suggesting I stay in.”

“You just said—”

“I didn’t say anything. You cut me off. I was going to say that I have access to Mendez’s office. It’s Saturday. We should go in and dig up everything we can before Monday morning.”

“I don’t want you anywhere near Mendez.”

“The offices are closed, Blake. I know my way around. You and I can go in, and if we’re caught we say we’re auditing the books to find the thief who’s stealing drugs from the operation.” Kara glanced around the room. “You all know it makes sense.” No one said anything and she grimaced. “Come on, someone say something.” Still nothing. Crickets. In fact, the big, brawny, overbearing Walker brothers, and Kyle along with them, looked like deer in the headlights. Kara refocused on Blake. “They know I’m right. They’re afraid of you.”

“If only you were,” he complained.

She ignored that comment. “Once I’m out, I’m out. This might be our last chance to get to certain information. We have to do this, Blake.”

Blake’s jaw flexed. “I don’t like this, Kara.”

“I know. But you’ll be with me. Nothing is going to go wrong.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

Any luck?”

Kara glanced up from the desk she was sitting at to find Blake, dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt that stretched deliciously over his impressive chest, standing in the doorway of the human resources manager’s office she’d been searching for the past hour. She shook her head. “Nothing. I took pictures of the files for female employees who seemed like obvious targets for the trafficking operation, though.” Thankfully Kyle had hacked the computers, but pictures reinforced the evidence trail.

“Mendez’s office is clean,” he said, scrubbing his jaw, and while he was every bit the tall and dark, and gorgeous man she’d fallen in lust, and then love with, he practically radiated edginess. Her being here after Alvarez recognized her was making him crazy.