This wasn’t the first time Blake had slept with an enemy, or shared a meal with one for that matter. It wasn’t the first time he couldn’t keep his eyes off the enemy either. Only this time it wasn’t out of concern he might be stabbed in the back if he looked away. It was because Kara, with her long dark hair and creamy white skin, seemed to seduce him simply by being there. There was only one other woman who’d ever compelled him as she did. That he didn’t know if she was the true enemy was a problem he had to fix yesterday.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asked, reaching for his third slice.

“You have a lot of pizza to eat. I figured I better let you get to it but…”

He finished off a bite and arched a brow at her hesitation. “But?”

“I have ideas on who’s stealing from Mendez.” She placed a slice of pizza on a napkin. “I brought the data to show you. I really want to show you but it’s in my briefcase.”

“What ideas?” He filled his glass with soda and offered her more with a lift of the bottle. “And have you told Mendez?”

Kara held out her glass. “This person cheating him is a family member of Mendez’s. I’m not sure how he’ll take it.”

“So you’d rather I deliver the bad news?” he asked, setting the bottle back on the nightstand.

“Seems a smart choice to me.”

He inclined his head in agreement. “As smart as packing a weapon which I assume you know how to use?”

“Yes.”

“How’d you learn to shoot?”

“My father,” she said without hesitation but her voice soft, barely there.

“The fisherman.”

She rotated to her knees to face him. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Kara?”

“Don’t try to figure me out.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s wasted energy when I can give you what you want.”

Her. He wanted her. His fingers curled on into his fist. No, damn it. He wanted Alvarez and he wanted him dead. “Which is what, Kara? What do you think I want?”

“To impress Mendez.”

She wasn’t wrong. Mendez was his ticket to Alvarez. “Go on.”

“It’s his nephew. He runs the shipping operation.”

“Did you tell the former head of security?”

“He was in on this entire theft ring.”

“You seem certain.”

“If you let me have my briefcase, I’ll show you why you should be, too.”

Blake considered her a moment and pushed off the mattress, grabbing the pizza boxes and setting them on the desk before returning to the side of the bed. With his hands on his hips, he studied her. “You want your briefcase; tell me how you drugged me.”