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Stryker couldn’t help the way that his shoulders stiffened. It had been hard enough to log on in the middle of the kitchen with Gavin so close, but now Gavin was looking at what Stryker was doing.

“I’ll be honest. I don’t know what any of that means,” Gavin said.

That wasn’t the relief it should have been. “I’ll take care of it.” He typed commands, hoping to backtrack. At least enough to throw off that fucking fuck fuckhead private dick off his trail. How? How had this even happened. Stryker hadn’t been away from his laptop that long. It seemed the private dick hadn’t needed long at all.

“Take care of what?” Gavin questioned.

“Nothing.” He kept typing. Aaron Johnson, the private detective, had to have gotten help from another hacker. There was no way that he’d manage to piggyback off Stryker’s network without help.

Stryker was going to find out who helped the PI and that damn agent and he was going to—

He slid across the kitchen as Gavin yanked the chair back.

Stryker grunted as the back of the chair hit the far wall. Gavin crouched in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Stryker’s face.

Stryker scowled. “What? I’m busy.”

“What did you do?” Gavin demanded.

“Nothing!” Stryker threw his hands up. “I’m just working.”

“Working on what? I thought you worked for yourself.”

“I do!” He did not have time for this.

“And?”

“Someone I was tracking is now tracking me,” Stryker told him. That would have to be enough of an explanation.

“Why were you tracking them?”

Damn it! “Because I felt like it.”

“You’re after money. It’s always about the money. You told me that once.”

He wasn’t going to be able to focus until he confessed. “I might have borrowed the RV that I drove here.” Stryker grinned. “It was just sitting in a storage center. No one was using it!”

“So, you stole it,” Gavin said.

“I borrowed it. I’ll give it back!”

“Yes, you will.” Gavin shook his head. “Who did you steal it from? Someone dangerous?”

“Not dangerous,” Stryker lied.

Gavin narrowed his eyes.

“He’s not a killer or anything like that,” Stryker informed him.

“Who is he,” Gavin demanded.

Stryker just knew that Gavin was going to be mad.

“Stryker,” Gavin growled out.

“He’s nobody. Just an agent with the federal government.”

Gavin stiffened. “A federal agent? What agency?”

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