“And even if you met someone you liked while you were undercover, would you blow that cover?”
“It wasn’t the same.”
“No, it wasn’t. I have a feeling that you had no idea what was on the line.”
“I have a good idea.”
“Oh, do you? When you were undercover, was your entire family at risk? Did one of your sisters get into service and help you with your undercover work?” He said nothing. “No. They didn’t. So forgive me for not telling you everything the moment we met.”
Kap knew she was right, that she definitely had done her job just like any other undercover operative had.
“We were together for four weeks and you never said?—”
“This argument is old. You’re pissed that I wasn’t completely truthful with you from the moment we met. Do you remember what I told you?”
You don’t want to get involved with me, Hanson.
“Yeah, you do,” she said, as she studied his expression. She shook her head, suddenly looking as if she was exhausted. “I’m sure Dillon will call me when they clear me to talk to you.”
Without another word, she stepped back and slammed the door in his face.
He pulled in a deep breath and released it before heading to the SUV. When he stepped up into the vehicle, Graeme gave him a second before he started asking questions.
“So, do you think she knows something?”
He studied the front of the house.
“Oh, she knows something, but not sure what it is or how it fits into the broader story.”
Because the one thing he knew about Eden was that there was always more to the story.
Two
Eden shut the door and leaned back against it. Her entire body was flushed with a mix of excitement and fear. It was an unusual combination that left her feeling dizzy. How did he seem to get better-looking every time she saw him? Kapone Hanson was a tall drink of water, and she always felt thirsty around him.
After three years, she should be over him. He’d walked away from her fast enough. When her world was falling apart, she had gone to him. It had been the worst decision of her life. Even in that moment when he was accusing her of being a whore for the CIA, she had wanted him. She wanted nothing more than to see him smile, feel his body against hers…and he had looked at her like she was a traitor.
He had captured her attention from the beginning. He’d stepped into the ballroom in the embassy, and her entire body had sizzled. Standing over six feet tall, he had green eyes, short dark hair, and dark brown skin. He was built, but more along a streamlined kind of body like a swimmer, and she had fallen for him from the start. Stupidest move of her life.
She stepped into the kitchen and frowned at her French press. It looked like sludge.
“That looks gross, Ed.”
She rolled her eyes at her brother. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“That Kap knows you were lying.”
“I know,” she said, her nerves still pinging. It was the same reaction she’d had to him every time they’d interacted. It was the pain. The pain that he’d caused by his own betrayal. And like an idiot, she still wanted him. Needing something to do with her hands, she started cleaning her press out and turned on the kettle again.
“But you said you would go in and talk to them.”
“I said we both would, so maybe not be an asshole to the people who are investigating the death of one of our suspects.”
“You told them you suspected him.”
A statement, not a question. El was really good at eavesdropping. It had been one of his greatest talents when they were kids. Once they started working for The Company, he used it to his advantage. Now, he worked a lot of corporate espionage cases, and she was sure he used it to his advantage there as well.
“They would have made the connection. It’s Task Force Hawai’i. It’s better to let them know that I personally suspected him.”
