“I’ll let you know what Dillon Security finds out.”
“Gotcha. Stay safe.”
“Ditto.”
After she hung up, she pushed through the jet lag and irritation of TFH trying to play head games with her and hurried to get ready. The faster she got to Dillon, the faster she would find out what the hell was going on.
Ninety minutes after she called in the breach, Eden was striding into Dillon Security. Dillon was actually headquartered in Miami, Florida, but Conner had moved to Hawai’i a few years ago. It made sense to open an office here, as they had a significant amount of international business.
“Hey, lady,” Emily Daniels said as she walked down the hallway.
The Dillon operative usually worked from the office, being the techie that she was. Every now and then, she went out to work in corporations like El did—sometimes with him. She was tall and athletic, with dark hair braided over her shoulder. She shared the same unusual shade of eyes as her brother, former MMA fighter Aaron Daniels.
“Hey, yourself.”
“I thought you were off this week.”
“So you haven’t heard?”
“What? Is Devon Stryker dead? Did you fuck up the protection job?”
Emily’s voice was filled with humor because Eden was sure the other woman knew they had arrived home safely.
“No. I had to come in because of some issue with my phone.”
“That’s why the boss showed up a few minutes ago. He was cranky.”
“Is TFH here yet?”
She shook her head and stepped up beside Eden as she started down the hallway to Conner’s office. He was the owner, but he only worked a few days a week, preferring to do most of his work from home. His wife was a published author, and he occasionally took care of the kids so she could focus on her work. Nothing is as sexy as a strong Alpha male type helping his partner.
She pushed that idea aside. In the last three years, she had come to understand that she would never have that. With the constant target on her back, she couldn’t ask a man to put his life on the line for that, too.
“Oh, you are having bad thoughts. What did Elwood do now?”
She glanced at her friend. “Nothing. Well, other than being El.”
“So, doom and gloom and pissy. Got it.”
Emily whipped out her phone and started texting him. Her brother and Emily had a complicated relationship. Eden knew that her brother was half in love with the woman, but since those horrible forty-eight hours, he felt he had nothing to offer a woman.
“Did you just yell at him in a text?”
“No. I just told him he was a whiny ass titty baby.”
A bubble of laughter tickled the back of her throat. No one could put her brother in his place like Emily. He was morose. Granted, they all knew what had made him that way. Well, not the particulars, but they knew he had been captured by terrorists. No one but Eden knew how broken her brother was when she’d found him. Even his worst days, when he danced on the borderline between insanity and sanity, were better than she had ever expected after those few dark weeks after he had been rescued.
They walked into Conner’s outer office. There were two actual offices there. One was Conner’s. The other belonged to Lucius “Luc” Warner, the man who ran the office. The ex-SEAL was a good boss, if a little grumpy.
“Hey, ladies,” Junie Monroe said. She was their executive assistant, and all of them knew she was the one running the company. She had been with them for only two months, and Eden didn’t know if they could keep running if Junie left.
In her early thirties, the woman seemed to walk in and take over everything. It was weird seeing the way she ordered people around, considering the woman was barely five feet three inches tall.
“They’re waiting for you, Eden.” Then she looked at Emily. “Not you.”
“You’re no fun.”
She rolled her eyes. “Go on, Eden. Emily, they need you to help with some issues they’re having with security on the set.”
