In other words, don’t play with the hot ex-soldier. Dana nodded. “I read him that way, too. I mean, not right away, but after I got to know him.” Her first impression was of a fun-loving, flirty hottie who just wanted a good time. His mask was good, but that wasn’t Wolfe. He had depths that still surprised her. Although, even though they’d taken the step and had gone full on in bed, they still weren’t together.

“Fine.” Nari’s eyes twinkled again. “If you go undercover at a sex party, you might want to remind yourself that you’re just friends.”

Friends with benefits, but Nari didn’t know that. Dana relaxed again. “Isn’t that the truth?” She shivered. The next party was the following night. She could do this. She had to—for Candy.

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

“You’re going to have to leave the trench coat in the car,” Wolfe said calmly as he drove an older BMW expertly through traffic after their second day working together. They’d already solved the securities fraud case with three arrests.

“I know.” Dana sighed, really not wanting to remove the protective coat. Why couldn’t subs wear cardigans, for goodness sake? She fought another yawn. She’d slept at Wolfe’s the previous night, but neither of them had made a move, and she’d been too tired to worry about why.

She glanced sideways at her partner for the night.

Wolfe wore those devastating leather pants and a long-sleeve black shirt that covered the bandage on his arm and somehow made his chest look even broader than usual. After going through two toll roads and exiting the interstate, Wolfe drove by a river and then into a gated community with mature trees, perfectly manicured lawns, and expensive streetlights that showed it all off. “Tell me about Trentington,” Dana murmured. The guy was obviously loaded if he lived here.

“Interesting guy,” Wolfe said, driving through the subdivision and scoping out each side cul-de-sac. “Grew up on the West Coast; both folks were in the movie industry. Trentington took a small family fortune and turned it into a colossal one by investing in start-ups ranging from computer programs to independent films, as well as some real estate. He seems to have a knack.”

Dana crossed her legs, acutely aware that they were way too bare. “All legal?”

“Seems like it. I asked Brigid to do a deep dive off the books, and she didn’t find any red flags. Let’s park here and walk.” He maneuvered the car into a nicely treed area by another gate, this one leading to a quiet street.

Dana released her seat belt. “Where’d you get the car, anyway?”

“Stole it.”

“Seriously?” She turned to look at him.

He opened his door and stepped out, sighing as he stretched. “Yeah. We’ll leave it somewhere nice later tonight so the police will find it. No worries.”