She opened her lunch and smiled at the spicy scent. “And you think what, someone’s going to try to hack my computer?”
He shrugged again, slanting her a glance that reminded her of how he’d looked at her in bed on more than one occasion. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something in his expression triggered naked memories. She swallowed hard and focused on the screens. The other feeds displayed the hallway outside her office and what appeared to be a couple of stairwells.
“Can I say something not related to this job?” His voice was low, almost hesitant.
Which was so very unlike him. He was always confident. She tensed. “Sure.” She kept her tone as light as she could, even though she knew he was going to talk about them, their past. Now wasn’t the time. But the truth was, there was never going to be a good time.
“I know I’ve said I’m sorry but I’m going to say it again. Did I target you? Yes. Did I plan to sleep with you? No. Fuck. No. I’d just planned to meet you and get an invite to your father’s estate. That was it.” His tone grew harsher, his voice thicker as he continued.
Against her will she turned to him. She didn’t want to see his face, didn’t want to see any emotions there. For the last year she’d done a good job of locking up all memories of Graysen West into a tiny box in her head.
He looked…vulnerable, his expression so open her breath caught. “Then why did you fuck me?”
He flinched at her harsh wording. “It was more than that.”
“Maybe so, but I just…don’t even know you. I feel like the man I slept with, told secrets to, doesn’t exist. You even lied about your freaking dog too. I opened myself up to a man named Michael. So whatever you think you feel for me, I don’t feel for you. I felt all those things for him. And he was a lie. And it freaking hurts, Graysen.”
“I’m sorry. I know it’s hollow and useless, but I am. I wish I could go back. I want…a second chance, Isa. I know I don’t deserve it, but I—”
She shook her head, unable to let him continue. “No. There will be no second chance. No chance between us, ever.”
He nodded once, swallowing hard. “Is it because of…your father?”
God, she didn’t want to talk about her father. She still hadn’t come to terms with the man her father had been, all the lies he’d told everyone. He’d been selling state secrets to terrorists. “I understand why you and your people went after him and…I believe he wanted to die in that gunfight.”
It had been a ‘suicide by cop’ type of situation, only in her father’s case he’d opened fire on FBI agents who’d been working with Graysen’s covert CIA team. The FBI had taken him out with little effort.
“That’s not why. I can never trust you now. Simple as that.” He looked so damn broken she found herself continuing even though it went against all her self-preservation instincts. She knew from experience that he was a good actor. Still, he’d gone to a lot of trouble to work with her. “We can be civil. If you’re working for Red Stone, I don’t want to be enemies or anything. So, yeah, we can be friendly. That’s it though.” It took work to say the words.
His blue eyes went shuttered as he nodded. “Okay. Fair warning. I want more. Always will.”
He stiffened, his gaze darting to one of the screens. She followed where he looked and her eyes widened.
A woman in her mid-forties wearing a navy blue dress went to the window in Isa’s office and leaned against it, looking out at the skyline, her body language casual as she started to slowly do a visual scan of the office. It wasn’t overt; her moves were very relaxed. Her gaze skimmed right over where the camera must be.
“You really must have hidden that camera well,” Isa murmured, watching as the woman quickly went to the laptop and clicked on the keyboard.
Graysen grunted, his gaze intent on the woman for a second, as if memorizing her face. “Gina Scott.”
Isa blinked in surprise. “You know her?”
“Not personally. I just memorized the names and faces of anyone who had access to the funds missing.”
“That’s like…over a hundred people.”
He shrugged, as if memorizing that many names and faces wasn’t a big deal. She knew he had a good memory, but that was a lot of information to retain. He slid a laptop in front of him, and, fingers flying across the keyboard, pulled up a program she recognized well. Working quickly, he shadowed what the woman was doing so they saw what she saw, but on their own screen—and Gina Scott was completely unaware of their presence. The spyware program was incredible.
Isa frowned. “It looks like she’s pulling up different personnel files.”
Graysen’s frown matched her own. “She’s copying them to a flash drive.”
Isa pulled out her cell phone and called Emerson Lincoln, a computer programmer/analyst who worked for Red Stone Security. Emerson had been assigned as their backup to run checks on people and handle various research that would save them valuable time. Isa had been working with the sweet woman for about eight months and she was very good at what she did.
Emerson picked up on the second ring. “Hey, girl. How’s the job going?”
“Potentially we might have something good for you. Can you do a detailed run on Gina Scott?”
“No problem. Anything specific I should look for?”
“Just the usual stuff,” Isa said, even as she took over one of the other laptops, pulling up a file on Gina Scott. “I’m going to review her employee records, but look up all of her financials.” It was usually a good place to start with anyone. If someone had new, offshore bank accounts or unexpectedly large deposits into their current one, that was a pretty good sign they were up to no good. Usually people weren’t so sloppy, however—Isa wished her job was that easy. But she never knew. If someone didn’t realize they were being watched they could get arrogant and sloppy.
As they disconnected Isa watched the woman pull her flash drive out of the computer and tuck it into a slim pocket of her dress. She couldn’t even see a tiny bulge giving away the flash drive.
“What did she take?” she asked Graysen.
“It looks as if she just copied financials of other employees. Basically information pertaining to what their annual salaries are.”