“No.” She placed them up there after they were empty, admiring the colorful labels. Two more empty wine bottles sat over by the toaster because she hadn’t had time to climb onto the counter to place them up high.

She opened the refrigerator. “I brought some of the ones with cool labels with me when I moved here.” For goodness’ sake. She hadn’t drunk all of those bottles during the last two months. “All I have chilled is a chardonnay and a pinot grigio. Both pretty good.” Looking over her shoulder, she kept her voice level. “Or I have a cabernet in the cabinet.”

“Cab.” He turned and opened the cabinet, taking out the red wine. “Thought we should have a sip as we fight.”

She shut the door and reached for two wineglasses hanging from the nearest cupboard. “We’re not fighting. You’re going to get logical, forget we slept together, and create a plan for us to do our jobs.”

He opened the wine bottle and poured two generous glasses. “This has nothing to do with the fact that we slept together.” Handing her a glass, he brushed by her and returned to the living room, sitting on the plain leather sofa.

Okay. Hitting him would not get her anywhere. Kicking . . . maybe? Instead, she sat in the chair set kitty-corner to the sofa, extended her feet to the utilitarian coffee table, and sipped her wine. The cab was full-bodied but could’ve used an hour to breathe. “It has everything to do with us sleeping together,” she finally countered.

“It doesn’t have to,” he said, swirling the rich liquid in his glass. “Yeah, things have changed. But in this situation, even if you were Wolfe or Malcolm or even Force, I couldn’t take you in. Whoever is with me just becomes leverage.”

Was it whoever or whomever? She was feeling irritated enough to correct him, but she wasn’t sure if she was right or not. “None of them can do what I can do with a computer.” The comparison wasn’t fair.

“True. But if you and I go in there with half the evidence against Eddie, he’s going to start cutting off pieces of you until I get the other half of the evidence.” Raider took another healthy drink of the wine. “If I go in myself, there’s a better chance he’ll deal with me because we really could make some money with my so-called criminal enterprises.”

She sipped thoughtfully. All right. He was making a good point. “Then I should go in alone.” She had to get to those computers.

Raider blinked. “He’ll just torture you until I bring him everything.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I tell him I took the entire box and that I’m the person to work with. That I’m actually the one with the criminal ties. With my family history, he might buy it.”