Page 89 of Devil's Claim

“He’s adorable. I’m trying for my third.” She rubbed her stomach and from the looks of her incredible body, I had no clue how she’d had two children.

“One is enough for me. He’s a handful.”

“I’m hoping for seven or eight. Which is why I’m so thankful they have a daycare here.”

“Wait,” I said, almost having a heart attack when Maverick decided to run with the lollypop in his hand. “You have a daycare here?” I moved quickly, grabbing his shoulder and giving himthe mommy look, the one that could be shifted into the venomous snake eyes when Kruz irritated me.

“We do. The president insisted we have one.”

“Then I’d like to meet him.”

“Sexist and surprising coming from a woman who managed to catch Kruz’s eye. And from what I’ve heard, one capable of tearing the man apart if she so wanted.”

The voice was seductive yet commanding in nature, the lilt also Spanish. There was a slight edge in her tone and when I turned toward her, I was equally surprised as it seemed she’d been with my comment.

She was a vision of power dressed in a black pantsuit, dark hair swept into a tight ponytail. Her eyes were as mesmerizing as her attire and attitude. I suddenly felt woefully underdressed even wearing the new casual suit purchased for me.

Her laugh was as sultry as her demeanor and the swagger in her step as she approached came close to terrifying me. She threw out her hand, her smile lighting up her face.

“You must be Christine Callahan. I’m Genevieve Morales-Torres. Don’t tell my husband I refuse to use only his last name. He’s a bit prickly having a woman as president of our company.”

It was impossible not to like her even if her presence swirled with danger and ruthlessness.

“I’ve heard nothing about you other than you tamed a savage beast,” I said as I shook her hand.

Kruz was hovering like an eagle, his face more pinched than I was used to seeing. Perhaps he suddenly feared his chickletwould find herself mixed up in trouble. Maybe I would. My stomach was suddenly a rolling mess, but I felt a strange sense of camaraderie that I hadn’t experienced with a woman before.

Her laugh was indelible, just another extension of her sultry personality.

Genevieve hunkered down as Maverick stood there with an awestruck look on his little face.

“And you must be Maverick.”

The little man dutifully held out his hand for her to shake.

“Such manners.” She shook his small hand while looking up at me with respect. When she finally stood, she glanced at Kruz. “I think you can leave us alone now. Jago happens to be in the office today and asked that you stop by. Besides, your fiancée and I have many things to discuss.”

I lifted my head, glowering at him. “You told everyone.”

“I told no one. But you just did.” Kruz was miffed and that brought a smile to my face.

Genevieve was my kind of woman, someone I might be able to call a friend.

Especially since Kruz didn’t like it one bit. Not one bit at all.

CHAPTER 22

Kruz

“I hate this shit,” I stated as I walked into Jago’s office on the thirtieth story of a sky-rise in the heart of the financial district.

“This shit? Do you mean our billion-dollar business that’s increasing exponentially every month? That shit?”

“We’re sitting on a powder keg and trust me, it’s ready to blow.”

“What the hell crawled up your ass this morning?” Jago huffed as he poured another cup of coffee, glaring down at the mug as he always did when he popped into the office.

I thumped down in the seat opposite his desk, although the cleaning crew spent more time in his office than he did. He was only here because I’d mentioned I was bringing Christine in to meet Genevieve. “Nothing.”

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