The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(103)

Both men went very still.

“You’re not meeting Scott anymore. You’re having lunch with us, and we’re going to have a long talk, the three of us.” Dex’s dark eyes held hers for a moment. He was so serious that her heart started racing. When his voice got deep and dark, it made her blood pound.

“Absolutely.” Slade crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay,” she said. She hadn’t sounded that breathy, had she?

Dex walked out, the doors slamming behind him. Slade shook his head. Even disheveled, he was a gorgeous sight. With thick, dark hair and a face that looked like Michelangelo sculpted it, Slade always made her sigh.

Gavin opened his door and stepped out. He radiated power. Unlike Slade and Dex, there was nothing less than perfect about his appearance. No suit would ever dare to wrinkle while Gavin James wore it.

He nodded grimly at her. “Good morning, Hannah. I need to talk to Slade, but I would like you to stay close to your desk this morning.”

“Of course.” It was an odd request, but one she could handle.

Slade disappeared into his brother’s office. Gavin closed the door, watching her intently until it shut between them with an ominous thud.

And then Hannah was alone.

She reached into her purse and pulled out the number for the private investigator she’d hired two days before. He’d cashed her check but hadn’t returned her calls. Maybe it was time to admit that hiring someone named Vinny who worked out of the back of a tarot reader’s shop hadn’t been the greatest idea. When he didn’t answer, she left another message while e-mailing Scott to cancel lunch. After that, she called the local animal shelters to check if they’d found Mr. Snuggles. Her cat had been gone for days, and Hannah was beginning to fear that she was gone forever.

Her eyes teared up. She was going to have to take action and soon. She felt alone now that her three men were gone. It was a long time until her lunch with Dex and Slade. The office seemed big and empty. She wanted so much to call them back and tell them her trouble.

But why tell the busy men she loved—who couldn’t possibly love her in return—that someone was trying to kill her?