The Devil In Disguise (Bad Things #1)(33)

Luke just shrugged. “You heard Rayce. They’re gone now.”

“How do you know you got them all?” Then she slapped a hand over her mouth. If they hadn’t gotten them all, then Garrick had just heard her talking. He’d know she was there. He’d come back for her. He’d lock her up. He’d—

Luke’s fingers closed around hers. “You’re afraid.”

Rayce stepped closer. His nostrils had flared. “I can smell her fear.”

She was about to hyperventilate. Garrick could be circling around in his chopper even then. She’d thought she was safe but she wasn’t. She wouldn’t be safe. Not as long as she still had her power. Not as long as Garrick still wanted her.

“We got all the bugs,” Rayce told her again, voice softer, and his gaze was considering as it slid over her. “I’m a wolf remember? Not much gets past me. I watched the agent who was sweating…he was giving off as much fear as you are. It was easy to follow his movements.”

“S-sweating?”

“Agent Lang,” Luke said. He was caressing her hand, almost absently. “He didn’t look as thrilled as Garrick and Agent Slate to be here. It was obvious he’d been given a separate mission.”

To bug the place.

“Lang…he was always nice to me. Or he tried to be.” Her shoulders hunched. “I’d like those clothes now, please.”

“The magic word,” Rayce muttered.

“What?” He’d lost her.

But Luke was already wrapping an arm around her and guiding her up the stairs. As if she needed guiding. Mina looked back at Rayce, he was still watching her with that assessing stare.

“You aren’t who you seem to be,” he said.

But the warning—was it for her? Or was it for Luke?

“Fuck off, wolf,” Luke ordered, his hold tightening on Mina. “I have her.”

For the moment, it would seem that he did.

***

She wore jeans—jeans that hugged her legs and curved over her ass. Jeans that stretched and felt pretty much like heaven on her. Her top was loose, dark red, a color that she secretly loved. It was as soft as silk and she loved it, too.

And he’d given her back the f*ck-me heels. At least they matched her shirt but…she didn’t love them.

Mina took a deep breath and opened the doors that would take her out onto the balcony. “I guess your last lover and I must be the same size—” she began.

But her words ended when she saw the table. A perfectly set table that even had lit candles softly glowing. Luke stood by the table, wearing…a suit. Black coat, white dress shirt, perfectly tailored pants. He looked absolutely sexy. Drop dead gorgeous.

Mouthwatering.

He frowned at her. “Why would you say that? You’re not the same size as my last lover. You’re nothing like my last lover.”

“Uh, the clothes?” Mina cleared her throat. “I just meant, um, they fit—” Her words broke off. The wind had tousled his dark hair. He was lethal. Damn, damn, damn but he made that suit look good.

“They’re your clothes. I bought them when I went to the mainland to check on Eli and no, before you get all worried…Garrick wasn’t aware I’d made the purchase. I gave your sizes to a trusted friend and she picked things up for me and had them sent to Marcos. All very secretly, I assure you.”

She should move. Step out of the doorway. Go to the table. Not drool at him. Do something. “How did you know my size?”

He pulled out the chair to his right. Very gentlemanly-like. “Because I’ve touched you. I held your body close. I know you.”

Her legs were moving again. That was good. Her high heels clicked. “You may have figured out what size jeans I wear…but trust me, you don’t know me.” She sat in the chair. He pushed her forward, just a little bit.

Then he moved around the table and sat across from her.

She managed to yank her gaze off his sexy self and actually focus on the table and then—there was no help for her drooling. A feast was before her. An actual, honest-to-God feast. And her stomach was cramping she was so excited.

“Fresh seafood,” he said. “Shrimp and grilled fish, some calamari, oysters if you like them…”

She liked everything. Mina put her hands in her lap so that she wouldn’t start grabbing things and shoving them in her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked, that faint line appearing between his brows. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Aren’t you—She was almost crying because she was so hungry and there was just so much food there. So much.

“I can get something else,” he said, voice stilted. And he reached for a little silver bell that she hadn’t even noticed before. What, did he actually ring that bell to get service? Because she hadn’t seen anyone else and if he was about to make someone appear—

Her hand closed around his wrist. “Stop.” The word came out hoarse.

He was staring at her with the dark gaze that made her want to get lost…in him.

“What’s wrong with the food?” Luke asked quietly.

“Nothing.” Absolutely nothing. “Thank you.”

His eyelashes flickered. She released him and tried to slowly put some food on her plate. She was going to be careful, and she was not going to act as if she were starving.