Tamed by Texans (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 5)

“You can say that again. On it, Dylan.” Matt towered over her. Her five foot five inches didn’t hold a candle to his six-two muscled frame. He wore a dark T-shirt and Levi’s. Gold flecks sparkled in his hazel eyes. “Jena, turn around.”

She complied, trying to think of a way out of this mess. Her mind was running several scenarios but none ended well for her. Right now, the best thing she could do was to cooperate until some better opportunity for escape presented itself.

Matt tightened the steel around her wrists. “While you guys get started, I’ll call the Knights and let them know we’ve got Robin Hood.”

Relief flooded through her. “You’re from TBK?”

“Damn right. I’m Tall Texan,” Matt told her. “Sean is Country Boy. You know us, don’t you? Check mate.”

“We almost had you back in Wyoming, Jena.” Sean smiled. “You are good, but not as good as we are.”

She sighed. “Congratulations. Mr. Knight is going to be very pleased you found me. You can take the cuffs off now. You won the game.”

“Damn right we did,” Sean said. He and Matt were similar in frame, though Sean was an inch taller and his eyes were dark. If this were any other circumstance, she would’ve been flirting with them. Once this got cleared up, who knew? Maybe she would go for it.

“I need to report to Scott Knight,” she told them. “I’m an employee of TBK, too.”

Dylan came up to her. “Don’t even try, miss. We know who you are. You’re Robin Hood. You’re the one who has been making my job difficult.”

“I’m serious. I’ve been working on a secret assignment for Mr. Knight. Call him. He’ll clear all this up.”

“Secret assignment?” Matt shook his head. “Get a load of this one. Quite the Mata Hari we have here.” He leaned forward and cupped her chin. “Listen to me, Jena. You will tell us who you are working for or you will regret it.”

“I told you already,” she said, frustration building inside her. “I. Work. For. Scott. Knight.”

* * * *

Sean grinned at the sexy auburn beauty. He’d faced dangerous enemies many times back in the CIA, but none more beautiful than Jena. “Our little hacker has fire, doesn’t she?”

“Call Mr. Knight. He can clear this all up.” Jena’s green eyes and curved shape—an hourglass with a little more on top than on bottom—fit his idea of perfection. Just right. “I’ve got his Skype number on all the computers.”

Like him, Dylan and Matt were curious about that revelation.

“You’ve been talking with Scott Knight?” Matt asked. “On Skype?”

She nodded. “Click on my contacts. His handle is TBK Prez1. He will validate everything I’ve told you.”

Sean clicked on the “Video Call” button for TBK Prez1. Two rings and then the image of a face—not Scott Knight’s—filled the screen.

“Fuck,” Dylan said.

Instantly the screen went black.

“My God. Was that Lunceford?” Matt asked.

“Lunceford? No. Scott Knight, of course,” Jena said.

“You’ve been duped, miss.” Dylan typed furiously on the keyboards, trying to save the system from a total wipe. Sean and Matt jumped on a couple of terminals, trying to do the same.

“What do you mean that I’ve been duped?” Jena stared at the dark monitors. She was either the best damn actress he’d ever seen or she was as shocked as they were.

Dylan continued trying to bring the system back up. “That was Kip Lunceford, not Scott.”

“Dead end here,” Matt told them.

“Here, too,” Sean added. The self-destruct sequence wiped out everything they could’ve used to get the viruses in TBK’s network removed. Fuck.

“What do you mean that wasn’t Scott Knight? What happened to my equipment?”