Lawe's Justice - Lora Leigh [43]
“Rachel’s concerned,” Jonas finally admitted. “I’m here to see if I can fix the situation.”
Diane’s lips thinned. She shot Lawe a furious glare before turning to the director.
“So tell me, Jonas, why would the Bureau feel the need to spy on me and my men? When did you decide we couldn’t be trusted?”
“You weren’t being shadowed because you couldn’t be trusted,” Jonas responded sharply, his own irritation creasing his expression. “You should know that.”
“I’m not talking about your Breed goons,” she snapped. “And you should know it.”
If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn he had no idea what she was talking about. He and Lawe glanced at each other before she sensed the tension that suddenly filled the room and stretched between them.
“What’s happened, Diane?” It was Lawe that rasped out the question, not Jonas.
Her brow lifted.
His brows lowered into a brooding frown. “Keep giving me that look, sweetheart, and I promise you’ll have reason to suspect a hell of a lot of things, but my motives won’t be one of them.”
“What about the bugs we just found in the room? Placed here while I was conveniently busy in Jonas’s suite? Tell me, Lawe, do you think, compounded by your Breeds following me, that may have aided my suspicions where your motives are concerned?”
Lawe’s head jerked to the side, his gaze cutting as it sliced to Jonas, almost in accusation.
“Not me.” Jonas lifted his hands in denial as he faced Lawe’s wrath. “Hell, Lawe, you’re the one I give the order to if we bug someone. Did I give you an order?”
Lawe’s lips thinned. “Where are they?”
Silently, she pointed her thumb over her shoulder and watched as each man moved around her to the tiny devices that had been left on the table.
Neither man touched them. They bent close, their gazes trained on the devices as she watched silently. Her eyes locked on Lawe’s bent back and she swore she could feel her mouth watering for him.
Her timing was incredibly bad, to say the least. The very fact that her libido was kicking in now, when she was furious with him, was enough to flat piss her off.
She didn’t need this. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want anything to do with it.
At least right now.
She and Lawe Justice were like oil and water.
She was independent and he wanted a lap kitty for a mate, wife or lover. She wanted a man who trusted her abilities and the lifetime she had spent training, adapting and learning to protect not just herself and her men but those she was hired to protect and/or rescue.
She wanted a partner for a lover, and Lawe would never be a partner to his mate any more than he had been one with his lovers. Even the Breed lovers he’d had were forced to either stay behind the walls of Sanctuary or do without that perfect, hard, incredibly sexy body.
She bet he even growled when he fucked.
The thought of hearing that dangerous rasp in his throat as he came over her, inside her, was enough to send a shiver of anticipation surging through her.
And if he were her mate? There would be the barb, that extension her sister had told her about that emerged from beneath the wide crest of a feline Breed male’s cock when he found his release inside his mate.
The flush that mounted her sister’s cheeks and the gleam of remembered ecstasy in her eyes had been enough to immediately bring Lawe to Diane’s mind.
She turned away from him quickly.
She had to do a hard reverse where such thoughts were concerned or—
“Too late, he can already smell your arousal.” Jonas’s voice had her swinging around with a frown to glare back at him.
Both he and Lawe were watching her closely.
“Do you expect me to blush?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her breasts, more to hide her hardening nipples than out of confrontation. “Sorry, boys, I stopped blushing in my teens. I would like to know where those bugs came from, though.” She indicated the devices, then flashed Lawe a tight smile. “Any scent I may have, I can’t smell, so I can ignore.”
Lawe’s brow arched. “As long as you don’t expect me to ignore it.”
“I may not be able