Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“I didn’t, Mr. Taggart.” Niall was back to the previous conversation. The one Harlow didn’t want to have. “I will admit to some intimacy with her, but I couldn’t sleep with her until she knew the whole truth and I talked to Jensen.”
Harlow kept her eyes on Jack. “So did we blow your cover all to hell?”
“As far as Phil knows, right now I was brought in for questioning by the Dallas PD,” Jack informed them. “The official story is I was looking for you on the other side of the apartment building and when I heard the shots, I found Dave dead on the ground. I’m in trouble for letting the cops get involved, but I think I can go back to work.”
“What were you planning on talking to Jensen about?” Charlotte asked.
“You were going to tell him to fuck off, the girl’s yours now, right?” Taggart prompted.
“You two are the worst,” Harlow said with a huff. “I totally understand why Kala is…Kala.”
“I was going to tell him that she needs us both and we should gently maneuver her into a relationship where we share her,” Niall replied.
Charlotte shot her husband a grin. “You owe me ten back rubs.”
Taggart growled. “I do not understand this perverse need to share.”
Harlow stood up. “That is never happening. Jack, I’m sorry we caused so much trouble. I promise I’ll stay out of your way from now on. As for these two, they can do whatever they like. It’s not my problem.” She started for the door and stopped as though remembering something. She turned on Niall. “Unless what you want to do is continue to play at The Hideout. You’re kicked out.”
Niall stood, too, his shoulders straightening and a stubborn look coming on his face. “You can’t kick me out.”
He wanted to share Harlow?
Niall hadn’t slept with her when he could have, when he obviously wanted to because he wanted to share her with him.
For a moment he had a vision of her in between them. She was always so fierce, but she would be small between them.
The pleasure they could give her…
“Oh, I can,” Harlow shot back. “You came in under false pretenses. You joined the club to spy on me, and there’s no spying at The Hideout.”
Taggart snorted.
Harlow frowned his way. “You know what I mean. No spying on actual members of the club. Now I’m leaving.”
There was the sound of a knock on the door and then it opened.
“Ian, I told you she was only allowed to do this foolish job if you were watching over her,” a big man said. He was dressed in slacks and a button down he’d obviously put on hastily since it wasn’t tucked in and one button was off. His dark hair was messy, and he looked to be around Taggart’s well-kept age.
And there was a second one of him entering the door. This version of the man wore jeans and a T-shirt. “Chase, we talked about this.”
Fuck. Harlow’s dads were here.
“You know talking to him means nothing, Ben,” a pretty woman said. She had Harlow’s eyes but was petite and had streaks of pink in her hair.
Her mom.
Harlow stood still like she couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
It was possibly going to be the worst family reunion ever.
Chapter Eight
Harlow wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
Or sometimes this building got raided by… She wasn’t sure who, but she’d heard stories. Maybe some rival CIA team would come in and kill them all and then she could rest in some peace because she would get none right now.
Deranged Dad pointed Taggart’s way. “You are supposed to monitor her.”
Taggart sat back, tossing her dad a quizzical look. “You know she’s an adult, right? She has all the papers and everything.”
“Look, Ian, you might let your girls run around the world blowing shit up, but I run a tighter household,” her dad shot back.
“He does not,” her mom said, sounding slightly exasperated. She moved into Harlow’s space. “You okay, baby?”
She loved her mom. So fucking much. Her mom had been through hell and still stood there with all the love in the world to give and all she really wanted to do was burst into tears and tell her mom everything.
But Deranged Dad was here.
“I’m fine,” Harlow told her with a tight smile.
“Even if I were to agree that a tight ship was being run in your household, can we both acknowledge that Harlow no longer lives in that household?” Ian sounded so reasonable. It must be nice. “Because she’s a twenty-six-year-old woman and not a wayward teenager?”
“I believe I made all of these points,” Papa said, throwing her a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. He’s been on edge ever since the whole incident with Liam’s daughter. When we got the call, he pretty much lost his shit. I would have texted and asked if you needed anything.”