“Sometimes that’s the perfect time,” Shane pointed out. “Not that I don’t agree with Wade wholeheartedly about the morals thing, but we’ve all been put in positions where we had to do sketchy shit to protect a client.”

“Or two,” Riley said with the smooth smile of a player who knew how good he was at the game. “Or three.”

Dec snorted. “Misti, Janice, and Crystal weren’t clients. They were the client’s sisters.”

“And they needed protecting, too,” Riley replied, a wistful look on his face. “Such sweet, innocent ladies.”

He was a lost cause. “Look, even if I wanted to be honest with her now, I doubt she would talk to me. She practically ran down that hallway when I said hello to her. I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t start looking to move.” Speaking of moving. “Shane, could you pull up her GPS? Her sister said she planted the tracking device I gave her on Lisa’s handbag. I didn’t see her car in the lot. I need to tag that, too.”

Dec shook his head. “I didn’t either. You said it was a late-model Audi. I saw a couple of those, but not a gray Q5. I don’t know. All those hipster cars look the same to me.”

“I’m not sure you understand the meaning of the word hipster.” Shane fired up the laptop. “But I didn’t see it either. She must have parked outside the lot. Let’s see where she’s going.”

“So you don’t want to sleep with her?” Declan asked. He had slumped onto the sofa as though tired. “Because again, she’s pretty cute.”

Why had he invited his friends over? “If I thought I could get in and out of her bed without causing a shit ton of problems, I would do it in a heartbeat. She’s gorgeous and she’s exactly my type physically, but she needs more than I can give her. That’s why I told her I wasn’t interested the first time she asked.”

Riley stared at him. “You did what? Like you told her you had a girlfriend or something, right?”

Wade was shaking his head. “Shit. You didn’t bald-face tell her that, right?”

Even Declan seemed surprised. “Dude, I’m terrible at expressing myself and even I would have found a way to let her down easy. You’re screwed. Unless she’s got no self-esteem. Did she ask you more than once?”

“Oh, she hasn’t talked to me since,” he admitted. And now he wondered if she’d actually left Sanctum to get away from him. He didn’t like how that made him feel.