“She has a point,” Blake said approvingly. “Food at my disposal is always a plus.”

“No space to spare here,” Eduardo said. “I guess you’ll have to try another location.”

“Maybe in the warehouse,” Blake countered. “Why don’t you take me on a tour?”

Eduardo crossed his arms in front of his chest. “It’s closed for business tonight, but hey, if you want to see a bunch of pallets, sure. We’ll take you on a tour.”

“We’ll risk being bored,” Blake assured him.

“Come back tomorrow night,” Ignacio said. “The crew will be here. You can see everything.”

Or nothing, Kara thought. Tonight was about women and sex, not drugs, and damn it, she wanted to launch herself at both of these men and throttle them.

“That works,” Blake said, surprising Kara. “What time tomorrow night?”

“Nine,” Eduardo said. “That lets you see the entire process.”

“Nine it is,” Blake agreed.

It was all Kara could do not to gape and then object, but already Blake was ushering her away, his hand firmly wrapping her upper arm.  In a blink, she was leaving behind a chance to see the warehouse and headed for the exit. She had a bad feeling she wouldn’t be coming back with him tomorrow.

The instant they were out of the building, the cool San Francisco night air whipping around her, she challenged him. “Why would you leave without seeing what they might be hiding?”

Blake cut her a sideways look and clicked the lock of the truck on the key ring. “Ignacio would have called and told them we were coming. There’s nothing to see they don’t want us to see.”

“Tomorrow there definitely won’t be anything for us to see. We didn’t give them much warning tonight, and what about getting an idea of the layout and trying to ensure a way back in when they don’t expect us?”

He stopped at the tail of the truck and turned to look at her. “And all of this is the thought process of a secretary?”

She drew back slightly. “You think a secretary can’t logically think through how to deal with a problem? We have a theft issue.”

He scrubbed his jaw and laughed. “Well played, Kara. You’re good. Fast-talking and sharp with your answers. Just not as good as me. I’m not buying your motivation.”

She ignored the remark. What else could she do? “My gut says we need to tour tonight. We’ll discover something we need to find.”

His lips compressed. “Because you overheard something you didn’t tell me about.”

“No.” Damn, her voice squeaked. She was so bad at lying to him for some unnerving reason. “Because, like I said, my gut says so.”

“Give me more than that or we aren’t going back in.”

She inhaled and forced it out. “We need to go back in.”

“Not a good enough answer.”

“Damn it, Blake—”