Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(31)

“He really likes the games you have on your computer.”

“Lindsey, no. I have to go. Here’s a key. I’ll be by to check on my condo.” Everything’s locked up, so I should be good. I now use my fingerprint or a key to open my safes as an extra security measure.

“There’s food in the refrigerator,” I say before leaving.

She sits Remy in front of the electronic babysitter and sees me to the door. Her hands reach around my neck. I clasp them and pull them away.

“I only do this because my mom and yours are close friends, but you and I were through years ago. Don’t go there.”

“First loves never die.” She sucks on her finger, and all I feel is disgust. I need to get rid of all these crazy women, so I can focus on my princess.

On Monday, Willa’s at school all day, so I tell Cyn to come into the office. I can’t keep an eye on her at home, and I don’t want her meeting with Juarez without me. The studio is filming Fay on a date with Tanner. The yahoo seems to really like her, and I don’t get that. She’s more of a princess than Cyn.

Agent Timmons interrupts me first thing. “We need you to meet with Niki for lunch today.”

Shit. Cyn isn’t going to like me taking Niki to lunch. “Why?”

“She’s been meeting with other tech industry leaders, and we believe she’s going to meet with her contact in the next few days. We need you to wear a wire and up your game with her and stop seeing Cynthia Diaz.”

I need to tell Niki goodbye in a text, so I don’t have to see her again. “I’ll meet with her, but I’m not breaking it off with my girlfriend.”

“We make the rules here.”

“Fuck you, Timmons. Get the hell out of my office.”

Timmons waves his hands. “Now hold on. We can negotiate.”

I don’t know where he got the impression that he owns me. Within the next month, I should be able to make enough payments to keep the IRS off my back. “I’ll wear a wire and talk to Niki later today, but that’s it.”

“Do you have anything for me?”

I hand him the latest information from the sniffer on a thumb drive. “You’ll have to identify the IP address owners and work from there. The routing trail that I’ve gathered is listed too.”

“We’ll have the lab in DC look at this right away.”

After he leaves, I take a couple aspirin and then walk into Cyn’s next-door office.

“I need a drink,” I say. “Let’s go for lunch. Timmons wants me to meet Niki later.”

Cyn frowns but remains silent.

When we reach the garage, we aren’t far behind Timmons. We catch up to him before he gets into his nondescript navy four-door sedan. Oil or some other liquid pools underneath the car.

“Something’s wrong with your car,” I say.

“This car just came back from being serviced,” Timmons complains.

I get down on my back to look under the car. Some liquid leaks from the car, but it’s the strange box with wires running into it that stops me.

“Oh f*ck.” It looks like a bomb.

“What’s wrong?” Timmons asks.

“You better call a bomb squad,” I say.

Cyn tugs on me to move me away from the car and toward the exit.

Sweat pours off his forehead while Timmons calls in the troops. “Someone doesn’t want me to look at your data.”

I sent everyone home before the police cordoned off the garage. My programmers can work from home anyway. Cyn and I don’t get to leave until it’s almost dark, so Timmons cancels my meeting with Niki.

Now I really need a drink. I leave my truck at the garage and walk Cyn to an outside café. I’m on my second bourbon when Niki strolls up to us.

Niki’s cheeks flame red with anger. She looks like she could kill me. “You were supposed to take me to dinner and then you cancel to be with her?”

“I couldn’t tonight. We had an incident at the tower, and I have work I have to get done.”

“Why are you with her?” Niki asks.

“Were not exclusive, Niki. I told you that.”

Cyn kicks me under the table. I can’t deal with this much longer. I’m not a cheater.

“I’ll call you later,” I say.

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Niki says.

“That’s okay by me,” I say.

Cyn isn’t grinning. Her hands are grappling my cock and balls that have gone squeamishly soft. I won’t be making any sudden moves.

“We’ll talk about this later, Shane.” Niki stomps away in a huff, and I can only hope we have no further contact.

“Aren’t you suppose to wire up for her?” Cyn asks, her hand now gently rubbing my cock that is slowly awakening. “That will be a waist of time and piss me off.”

“Yeah. The feds probably have enough data to track the culprits without her. I don’t know why Timmons insists on me to continue seeing her.”

We eat and bring home dinner for Willa. I have a ton of work to get done.

On our way back, I reach for my girl’s hand. “You’ve been a huge help to me, Cyn, and I will repay you.” In more than one-way.

“Let’s hurry home. I don’t like leaving Willa alone too long.”