“Did she discover anything?”
“No, the two they sent seem to be new recruits. They don’t know where they’re hiding the other women, and the only names they mentioned were prominent Hunters.”
“Brick?” My heart picks up a speed.
“They didn’t mention Brick, no.”
Kilo’s voice breaks through. I’d almost forgotten he was on the line. “But obviously, we know Brick is working for the Hunters. How else would they have known?”
“Right,” I reply, tightening my fists at my side.
“Carmen, how did the date go yesterday? Do you think you could continue?” Grimm asks.
I’m so thankful that this conversation is over the phone and not in person. My cheeks beat hot under the question, replaying the scene from this morning. “Yeah.” My voice cracks, and I clear my throat. “I can try to get more information from him.”
Kilo speaks. “Grimm and I were talking about offering you training. I was a special operations officer in the military, so I have experience in information extraction. I could give you some pointers.”
He’s offering to help me. It’s nice because he’s a nice guy, but I can’t help the sense of annoyance running through me. Why am I the one spying on Brick when Kilo is apparently a bonafide spy? The rational part of my brain takes over. Obviously, Kilo can’t distract Brick with tits, and I’ve got a fucking fantastic pair ready to use as weapons. “Yeah, that would be good,” I reply.
“Great,” says Kilo. “Are you free in about an hour? I could come over.”
I look around the mess of my room. I changed into a grey lounge set once Brick left but haven’t showered or brushed my teeth this morning, just falling right back into my nest of a bed where I’m currently perched. I jump to my feet with my cell phone still in hand. “Uh, yes. That could work.”
“Great. I’ll be there soon.”
“Thank you again, Carmen. You are an invaluable member of our pack.” Grimm’s words swell a knot inside of me. It’s nice to be appreciated, but also, he has no clue that I didn’t do a lot of spying yesterday. Instead of pressing Brick for answers in his drunken state, I just allowed us to fall asleep together, wrapped in each other’s arms, and in the morning, allowed him to strum me like a violin while I orgasmed to another realm. Maybe I do need Kilo’s help because I’ve barely started my mission, and I’m already on a downward spiral.
***
Kilo is punctual as ever, and I throw the last dirty sock into my hamper right as his sharp knock sounds on my wooden front door. I straighten my plain white t-shirt before charging to the door, taking a deep breath as I pull it open.
“Hello,” he says, his smile bright and his blue eyes as crisp as the sky behind him.
“Hi. Come on in,” I respond, stepping out of the way so he can walk inside.
He does that thing all guys do when they step into a new place, look at the rafters as if gauging the structural integrity of the space. “You’ve got a nice home.”
“Thanks.” I motion to the armchair just steps away. “Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?” I ask, walking toward the kitchen, separated from the living room by a half-wall with an opening to see in and out.
“Sure. I’ll take a water,” he responds as he sits, outstretching his large legs.
I return seconds later with two chilled glasses of water and hand one to him before sitting on the couch across from him. I take a sip, attempting to kill time before I talk. I’m nervous, which isn’t typical for me. Something about having a man in my home that I’m attracted to just hours after the other that made me come just left is an odd feeling. Maybe I feel a little guilty. Kilo saved me from Wood after he called me a slut. I don’t want to confirm his words, even if everything I do is to help the pack. I try to convince myself of this even as I doubt its truth.
Kilo sniffs the air, and my blood solidifies. Weres have a keen sense of smell. Could he possibly smell Brick? “Do you use lemon Pine Sol?” he asks.
I sigh in relief, a bit more dramatically than I’d like. “Yes, I just mopped.”
He chuckles. “That’s what I use too.”
“Cool.”
God, this is painful. He may be hot, but our chemistry is a trickling stream. Is it because I’m still thinking about Brick flicking my nipples? No, it can’t be. I cross my legs. “Where should we start?” I should ask him about his military training and learn more about his past, but I want to get this over with.
Kilo stands and sits next to me on the couch, turning to me. “Okay, so I completely trust your abilities, but just for a baseline, I need to see you tell a lie.”
“Tell a lie?”
He scoots closer. “I want to see if you have any tells.”
