“Considering he used to have The Backstreet Boys and Weird Al, Taylor is a step up. And now you know why you never have to be jealous over Lucas. Clearly, I’m more the Scarface or Godfather type.”

He ignores my clear reference to him and his family and says, “There’s a difference between jealousy and my general distaste for all things Lucas. His desire to fuck you is disrespectful to me and you.”

“And here we see my very own Scarface in your reply. It’s a game to him, Kane,” I say, pausing as I say the words, and remembering something Lucas had said to me recently about his inability to stop hacking. “And an addiction,” I murmur. “A high. In fact, the way it agitates you is probably part of the high. It’s dangerous. And he likes danger.”

“Why do I know we are no longer talking about Lucas?” Kane asks.

“It’s a game, a high,” I repeat, my eyes meeting his. “A dangerous one.”

“What’s more daring than showing up at our house after challenging you with that jar of blood?”

“Exactly,” I say, “but—” My brows dip. I’m back to those text messages Emma exchanged with Jamie. “Emma exchanged a text message with a person we can’t identify,” I tell Kane. “I thought they were about sex, but my mind is going elsewhere now.”

“Why sex and now no sex?”

“I keep thinking that this is a game. And her words were ‘one more for the history books.’ Maybe she was part of the game and it turned deadly.” I wave off my speculation. It’s nothing more right now. “I’m letting my mind run wild because I have no real facts yet.” I shift back to Lucas.

“Lucas goes nowhere without his laptop. That means he took it with him, or someone took it and him. I need to look at his security feed.” I hurry out of the kitchen, walk down the hallway, and check his security panel. I try a code. It doesn’t work. I try another. After ten tries, I give up.

At this point, Kane is standing behind me, his hand on the wall above my head. I turn to face him. “Be forewarned. If he’s not dead, I’m going to kill him.”

“He’s not dead, beautiful,” he promises.

“You can’t know that.”

“I’ll have my men find him tomorrow.”

And there it is. Reason number one hundred and one to marry him.

He has men who really do know how to find people.

Never mind that I’m an FBI agent, and his people that find people probably—okay, most definitely—also know how to make people disappear.