Gwen swallowed her wine and licked her lips. “You think there’s something more there too?”
Max shrugged. “I’m not willing to leave any stone unturned when it comes to Petunia.”
Gwen rose from her seat and rounded the table. Max pushed his chair back to stand, and before he could, Gwen straddled his legs and sat on his lap. “You’re a good uncle.”
“Not half as good as I should be,” he said, kissing her neck. “If I were a good uncle, I wouldn’t have kissed you the first time.”
Gwen tilted her head, giving Max all the access he needed. Her fingernails dug into his arms, and he lifted his lap, pressing into her so she knew what was coming next.
He inched the tank top down for better access to her breasts. His lips trailed the path of his fingers until banging sounded at his door.
He paused and met her gaze.
“You expecting anyone, Counselor?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Let me do the honors.” She climbed off his lap and grabbed a knife from the table before heading toward the door.
Gwen peeked out the peephole. “Looks like we have official visitors.”
She stepped back and put the knife on the foyer table as Max opened the door. “Can I help you?”
“Max Pierce, Gwen Bennett. I’m Agent Dent, and this is my partner, Agent Sutton. We’re with the U.S. Marshal’s service. We need both of you to come with us for questioning.”
“You do know I’m an attorney,” Max said.
They shared a look with each other. “Yes, Mr. Pierce, we know you’re an attorney, and Ms. Bennett is employed with FDG. This is a matter of national security.”
“Then why isn’t the NSA here?” Gwen asked.
Agent Dent held out a pair of handcuffs and dangled them from his fingers. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. The choice is yours.”
“You should be thankful I choose the easy way. My sister would never forgive me if I ruined her skirt.” Gwen held up her hand and stepped out onto the porch. Max followed.
Two other women were being held by the SUV.
“Ms. Delany?” Gwen asked.
“You know them?” Max whispered.
“That’s my boss and one of FDG’s forensic analysts.” Gwen glanced at Agent Dent. “I don’t understand.”
“You will,” Agent Dent answered before ushering Max and Gwen in the back of the SUV, away from her boss.
