Chapters (50)
- “YOU CAN TOUCH ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT I WON’T ABANDON THE JOB.”
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Teaser chapter
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“You don’t have to read these documents, and you don’t have to know anything about your dad besides what you believe in order for us to get this job done. It might be better if you don’t know anything.” Raider leaned toward her, bringing his warmth with him. “I want to protect you from this. Let me.” His voice was low and coaxing with that intriguing hint of the South.
Tempting. Man, it was tempting, and that tone of voice zinged around her erogenous zones. Would he still want to protect her if he knew the full truth? Probably not. But curiosity had always ridden her, and that wasn’t stopping now. Plus, she had a job to do. “I can’t hack into this enterprise without finding everything,” she whispered. It was true. “So I might as well begin with a head start.”
Regret flashed for the briefest of seconds across the hard planes of his face. He lifted his hand so she could take the file folder. “Fair enough.”
Chapter Six
Chapter Six
After a truly rotten day of reading police records and hacking into personal email accounts, Brigid’s temples pounded and her chest hurt. She’d confirmed that the two mobsters had traveled to her small hometown, but what they’d done there, she had no clue. There was absolutely no evidence that they’d met with her father. But why would they go to such a rural area if not to meet him?
The manila file folders in her hands felt heavy. Aye, her father had been a criminal before meeting her mother. She wasn’t sure what to think about that. He’d given her such a hard time the first time she’d been arrested.
Maybe that was why.
She stood outside Raider’s apartment as he unlocked his door. The HDD had put them both up in an older complex just about ten miles from the office in a sprawling neighborhood full of commuters. He’d been inside her apartment many times, usually doing a sweep after he brought her home, but she’d never set foot inside his.
He opened the door. “I don’t think I need assistance.”
Her stomach clenched and her curiosity took over. “Angus asked me to help you with a wardrobe that makes sense.” No way would she take a guy in a suit home to meet her father. The idea of seeing her dad again strengthened her headache.
Raider flipped on the small hallway light and walked inside a living room furnished with low-end leather furniture and end tables that had come with the apartment. They were the exact same ones she had. “We need to start looking for new places,” he muttered, moving into the utilitarian kitchen with blue Formica countertops. Hers were yellow. They both had contractor-grade gray carpet and plain white tiles in the kitchen. “The HDD only gave us three months of rent.”