Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

We tumbled onto the unmade bed, barely breaking the kiss. This was insanity, but fuck it. Most of my instincts had been wrong anyway, why fight it?

“I’d like to keep things casual,” I said. “But I expect sex on the regular and don’t want you being casual with anyone else.”

“Oh?” He murmured it between kisses. “What about you?”

“I’m not interested in being casual with anyone else.”

“Good. I’m glad you’ve decided that you can’t hit it and quit it with me.” He rolled me onto my back, and his head lifted so he could peer down. His eyes were lit with amusement. “I guess now is when I tell you I had a huge crush on Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. His fingers toyed with my damp hair, twisting a curl around his finger.

I smiled woefully. “You were, what, five?”

“No, I didn’t see it until it had been out for a while. Caroline had it on VHS.”

Oh, shit. Caroline. I’d have to fix that situation as soon as possible, but then his hands were on my breasts, and I decided to come up with a plan tomorrow.

Tomorrow I’d have a clear head.

Chapter

EIGHTEEN

Getting an appointment to see Caroline Getty hadn’t been an easy task, as her schedule was hectic. I’d told the Marshal I’d spoken with that I only needed ten minutes of the Chief Deputy’s time, but I had to drop my name to get penciled in.

Her office was at the back of the room, and I felt every pair of Marshal eyes on me as I was escorted to it. It was like the cowboys could sense a Fed on their turf, and it made them uneasy. Tension had grown between the departments after an incident two years ago. I’d transferred to the Chicago office a month before a federal judge had been assassinated, and the Marshals made a fucking mess of the case that should have been ours.

Caroline looked similar to her younger brother. She had the same silver eyes, soft brown hair color, and long, straight nose. Her dark gray business suit was paired with a bright blue dress shirt, and her long hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. Everything about her from her stiff posture to the gold star on her hip screamed business.

When I wasn’t undercover, I assumed the same would be said of me. I might own that exact same suit.

She stood behind her desk speaking on her cell phone and motioned for me to take a seat. My escort, a guy with sideburns which were too long, took one of the unoccupied chairs. He assumed this was a work-related conversation.

I kept my voice low not to disturb Caroline’s conversation. “I need to talk with the Chief Deputy about something alone.”

“She’s going to bring me up to speed as soon as you leave, so let’s save time.”

“It’s personal.”

The Marshal’s expression flooded with surprise. “Um, okay. I guess I’ll leave you two girls to chat.” His gaze flicked up to hers and he sobered when he realized Caroline was no longer on her call. Her dark expression sent him running from her office, and the door swung closed behind him.

For a quiet moment Caroline and I exchanged a knowing look, wordlessly acknowledging the sexism which was still rampant in our professions. She had it much worse than I did, and I was struck by how far she’d climbed in spite of it.

She thrust her hand out. “Chief Deputy Getty.”

Her handshake was like mine. Firm and dominating.

“Special Agent Adams.”

“Thanks for your help on the Serbian case. Is that what we’re talking about?”

So, she did know who I was. When she took her seat, I followed suit. “No, ma’am.” God, the words were stuck in my throat. “Uh, it’s about Silas.”

My statement grabbed her full attention and her shoulders straightened. “Why the hell is the FBI interested in my brother?”

Oh, Christ. “They’re not.” A lie. I’d used Silas’s gallery showing to get close to Roland. “I mean, I can’t discuss ongoing investigations, but his involvement was minimal, and it’s over now.”

Her pretty face soured. “Awesome. So this is a heads-up after the fact? Typical of the Bureau.” Her sharp gaze made me feel an inch tall. “Okay, thanks for letting me know. Next time, ask my fucking permission before pulling one of my family members into an undercover op.”

I gnashed my teeth. “It was nothing. He was completely safe, and he doesn’t know I’m undercover.”