“All off.” She frowned. “Even his cell phones.”
I tried to think of some other way… “We have sensors in most of our properties, right?”
“Scans,” she said, her eyes completely glued to the screen in front of her eyes.
“I have no idea how I’m going to do this,” I muttered.
“Do what?” she asked, her eyes still not on me.
“Share your attention with your gadgets...I’m already getting jealous, but I need your help.”
She paused, moving the tablet to the side as she glared at me. “You are a little too good at flirting.”
“I was just saying the truth.” I smiled at her, rubbing circles up her legs.
“Stop, I can’t concentrate.”
“You can, you just need practice. Go on.” I nodded for her to finish her work. But she just stared at me. “Go on.”
She muttered something under her breath before looking at her screen again.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” she said, typing away as I fought the urge to laugh at her. She could be sinfully sexy one moment and innocently cute the next. “There isn’t anything for the properties, either. He’s done his best to make sure we can’t track him.”
I sighed. He never made anything easy. “If I was him, where is the last place you’d ever expect me to be?”
“The woods?” She laughed, sitting up and she went on. “I could imagine him going all brawny and chopping down trees in the forest to vent. He’d even grow a beard—ouch!”
She yanked her leg from me, her hand going to where I had bit her. “Don’t imagine my brother when I’m with you. You already have a bad track record for falling for your cousins.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Well it’s true—”
“You are terrible!” She jumped me, trying to pin me down, forgetting she was almost completely naked and therefore at my mercy no matter what. I reached up and tickled her sides, making her squeal so loud you’d think I shot her. “STOP!’
“Promise me you won’t think of him ever again—”
“How am I possibly going to do that—ahhahaha—stop—HAHA!”
“Promise me.”
“I promise!”
Letting go of her she took a deep breath and flopped back onto the bed. “Such a cheater.”
“Me cheat? Never? I know the rules,” I joked, but then froze.
“What?”
The rules.
Reaching for the table, I held open the map.
“Wyatt?”
“Do you remember how my father would always talk about the family rules when we were growing up?” I asked her.
“Yeah, but you said you they were stupid.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked over my shoulder.