Page 5 of Spy With Me
He hung up.
“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” Hunter McKay stood atthe end of the lockers. He was a couple of years younger than Cooper, and whilethey didn’t look a lot alike, they both held themselves in similar fashions.His shoulders were straight, his arms crossed over his chest and a judgmentallook in his eyes.
“I don’t.” How had he missed someone walking up on him?Devi. He’d been thinking about Devi. Another reason to take her rejection asthe good thing it had been. She made a smart decision. He needed to make hisown by not pursuing her further.
She would be one more person he had to lie to.
Maybe he got to the other end of this and he could have somekind of a life, but for now he had to be happy just getting to know hisbrother.
And praying Cooper never found out hewashisbrother.
Cooper’s adopted brother stared at him warily. “I supposeit’s none of my business.”
“It’s not.” It was clear the kid had some serious instincts.He would bet Hunter wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t like Zach, couldn’t put hisfinger on it, but the distrust was there. “However, if you need to know, I wastalking to Lacey. She’s a friend of mine in England. She’s looking to help oneof my relatives with an art showing.”
Cover was a good thing. Keeping it was even better.
Hunter caved. Zach would bet it would be hard for the kid tostay mad or suspicious of anyone for too long. Hunter McKay was too happy tohold on to the more bitter emotions. “Sorry. I’m just… Well, I was worried, butmy brother says you’re a good guy so I’ll let you know that someone is waitingfor you in the hallway. I guess she changed her mind.”
Devi.
Every single reason he had to take that rejection like achamp flew straight out of his brain, and he couldn’t get to that door fastenough.
It was a bad idea. A horrible mistake.
And he was making it.
* * * *
“How about you? You’re Devi, right? You need a scenepartner?”
Devi Taggart felt like a deer in the headlights. Zach. ZachReed. Captain Zach Reed. The single most gorgeous man she’d ever seen had askedthe question, and she was standing in the middle of the hallway wearingfetwear and generally hanging out like a creeper gatheringinformation for her besties. She had meant to find out what was going on withher cousin, Carys, and those two men of hers, not get an invitation to playwith that glorious hunk of Dom.
He was one of the spy guys. Oh, she was well aware there wasa part of the membership of The Hideout that called the group the spy kids, butthis was not a kid. Zach Reed was all man, and her whole body clenched at thethought of being a badass bitch and claiming him for herself. She was ErinTaggart’s daughter. Badass bitch was in her DNA.
Except she flaked. She meant to say something, but she kindof squeaked and then felt herself turn a brutal shade of red—another DNA giftfrom her mother was pale skin that hid nothing. And then she ran.
She slammed the locker room door behind her, barelybreathing.
Not her finest moment.
Her two best friends were standing in the lounge portion ofthe women’s locker room. Daisy O’Donnell was studying for some kind of test,but she was scheduled to address the new training class at some point thisevening. Devi was pretty sure the studying was for a college entrance exam. Briwas hanging out working on the plot for her latest story. Daisy usually playedon Saturday nights, but her Dom was on assignment as a bodyguard forMcKay-Taggart.
“You okay?” Bri was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, her goldenbrown hair piled high atop her head. She’d been scribbling in a notebook, asure sign she was plotting and not writing since she did that on her laptop.Sometimes Bri’s room was covered in sticky notes covering all aspects of herstories, from characters to plot lines to dialogue she wanted to put in afuture story. She loved being around Brianna Dean-Miles and her glorious brain.And Daisy’s kind heart.
They were her closest friends since before they couldremember anything.
So it was okay to tell them how idiotic she’d been. “No. Iam not okay. I am… I don’t know what I am. I might need a drink. Don’t thetwins keep cold vodka magically around at all times?”
Daisy stood. “Was someone mean to you? Was it a Dom? BecauseI can call Nate. He’s had to work with my dad all week. He would love to beatsomeone up for you.”
“Or we can be women and beat him up ourselves,” Bri saidwith a nod like she was giving herself badass affirmations in her head. It camefrom being around her cousins too much. “We might have to find a way to drughim and then tie him up and then do something to counter the drug because wewant him to be awake for his torture.”
Daisy stared at her for a moment. “You need to get out ofthe house more, sweetie.”
“We’re not beating anyone up.” She loved her friends, butthey could go off on tangents. “No one was mean to me.”
“Then why aren’t you out on the dungeon floor? You said youwere determined to play tonight, and you didn’t care if your brother had tobleach his eyeballs,” Bri pointed out.
