Sins, Lies & Spies (Black Brothers #2)(21)

She angled her head in the direction of the door to my building. “Can we move this conversation inside?”

“No,” I said, clenching my jaw. “If you want to talk to me, then start talking because I’m not inviting you into my home.” I didn’t want her in my home unless and until I thought I could trust her to some degree.

She tipped her head to the sky for a beat, apparently considering whether to continue the conversation or walk away. “Fine. Have it your way.” She cocked her hip to the side. “I’m ready to hear the truth about Lang and Benton.”

I scrubbed my hand down the side of my face. She wanted the truth, but I couldn’t tell her much of anything before I understood her connection to Benton. “Why should I tell you the truth now? You had your chance.”

She shifted on her feet, but I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “I don’t work for Miles anymore. Does that change your mind?”

I laced my hands behind my head, struggling to decide how to handle this development. “Since when?” I asked, my voice gruff.

“Since this morning,” she said, her face inscrutable, her eyes like onyx.

I stuffed my hands into my pockets, staring at the clogged traffic in front of my building. The blare of horns filled my ears. People veered around us, caught up in their own lives. I rolled back my shoulders. “I’ll need verification.”

“Here.” She dipped her hand into her coat pocket and clutched her phone in the palm of her hand. “You can read our texts from today.”

My brows pinched together. “You quit by text?”

“No.” She entered her password and waved the phone. “I quit in person, but he’s been texting me all day. Take a look for yourself.”

I snatched the phone out of her hand.



Miles: Come back here. We weren’t done talking.



Trinity: I’m not interested in anything you have to say.



Miles: You didn’t give me any notice. I won’t give you a recommendation if you walk away like this.



Trinity: Perfect. I’m not asking for one. I don’t want anything from you. We’re done.



Miles: I don’t accept your resignation.



Trinity: I’m blocking your number. Don’t contact me again.



The messages went back and forth at least five more times before they stopped entirely.

“Okay, I get the point.” I shoved the phone back into her hand. “What happened?”

She exhaled loudly. “It’s stupid. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Then I can’t tell you anything.”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “I walked in on him screwing his ex-wife this morning.”

I arched my eyebrows. “I thought you weren’t dating him.”

“I wasn’t. He wanted to get back together.” She folded her arms across her chest. “But he told me things were over between them, yet again. He’s been pressuring me to give him a second chance since we broke up, but he won’t push her out of his life.”

“Yeah, I’d stay clear from them.” I shook my head. “They’re one f*cked up couple. I’m not very fond of Miles, and Sasha is absolutely crazy.”

Twin lines bracketed the side of her mouth as she pursed her lips. “Do you know Sasha?”

I mock shivered. “Let’s just say, I’ve had the distinct displeasure of running into her a few times, and I go the other direction any time I see her.”

Her lips tugged downward and her cute nose crinkled. “Should I ask for an explanation?”

“No. Definitely not,” I said, dryly as I gestured to the glass door of my building. “Let’s go inside.”

She forced a weak smile, the small action warming her brown eyes fractionally, and damn if I didn’t feel a spark of uninvited attraction. “I thought you’d never ask. I’ve been standing out here for an hour, and my feet are completely numb.”

“Well, Jones.” I chuckled. “We wouldn’t want that.”

I believed she broke up with Miles, but I didn’t know how long it’d last. Everything Jack told me about their relationship indicated Miles wouldn’t let her go easily. I could handle Miles, but I still didn’t know what to make of her relationship with Benton. I needed to see them in the same room together. Fortunately, I had the perfect way to make it happen and simultaneously put Miles on notice that Trinity wouldn’t be working for him any longer.





CHAPTER TWELVE




Trinity



Knox pushed open the door to his apartment. “It’s quicker with keys,” he said, arching one eyebrow.

“I brought my tools just in case,” I said, patting my pocket. “I planned to give you fifteen more minutes before I let myself in.”

One corner of his mouth twisted upward. “I guess I need to upgrade the security in my apartment.”

“You could do that, but it wouldn’t stop me. I’ve been trained by the best.” I followed him inside, pausing near the kitchen. I didn’t turn on the lights the last time I came here, so I took a few moments to survey my surroundings. The kitchen and living room were one big space separated by a kitchen counter with three bars stools and a round bistro table. Two beige colored sofas flanked a sliding glass door.