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“Is he always that intense?”

Nyx laughed. “Actually, he used to be pretty easy going. At least as much as an Army Ranger can be easy going.”

“Ranger?” I cleared my throat to get the squeak out. “I didn’t realize.”

Nyx pointed at Jackson. “Ex-FBI. Bastian is a former criminal.”

“Hey.” Bastian didn’t look up from his desk. “I was never charged or caught.” He threw a quick wink at Nyx before his fingers resumed flying over the keys. “I like the challenge of being a white hat these days.”

“Leo was Navy Intelligence before he decided to leave and create this place with my other two brothers.”

“There are two more like Leo?”

Nyx laughed. “Dominic is technically Jackson and Locke’s boss. He’s in London working with a client right now. He’ll be back in two weeks. Mason is why I have this wall of toys.” She turned in her chair to look at the cubby with all the gadgets. “I help out, but I’m the one that programs the guts of things, over using a soldering tool.”

“It’s impressive.”

She swung back around. “It really is. He hides upstairs in his lab. We rarely see him unless it’s to show off what a genius he is.”

Jackson went over to a desk and came back with a chair for me. “You’re favoring that left leg.”

I sighed and sat down. “Just got the staples out today, but it still feels like I have that knife in my leg.”

“I’d rather have a gunshot wound to be honest.” He gave me a charming smile. “I have a few.” He rolled up his sleeve to show a trio of marks on his shoulder.

“Quit flexing those biceps, you jackass.” Nyx rolled her eyes. “One downside to all the testosterone in this building.”

My eyes tracked to the door. “What do you think Leo wants with Locke?”

“I really don’t know.”

Me neither.

CHAPTER 19

LOCKE

I followedLeo into his private elevator.

Fuck.

I did not need this.

The ride was quiet with Leo rocking back on his heels and only the rattle of whatever it was that he kept in his pocket. When I first was hired I assumed it was change, but it didn’t have the right sound.

It was one of the few tells for the head ofThe Kendrick Group had. And even then it was more of a contemplative tell more than anything. Leo was slow to speak sometimes. He had a lot going on in that perfectly coiffed head of his.

I wasn’t going to be the one to break first.

When the doors opened, I followed him out into the thickly carpeted vestibule. Leo didn’t like an office setting. Instead, he had a vast living space on the top floor. I had a feeling he crashed here more often than he’d like anyone to know. The 360-degree view of Boston Harbor was stunning and a helluva power play for clients.

Misty gray couches wreathed the entire space for meetings. Tables were tucked away in the floors when he needed them. The only formal area was in one corner where there was abank of screens that were currently black. A long counter under the screens had ports for people to link their laptops in when necessary.

Leo stood in front of the windows, his fingers linked behind him.“Sit.”

I took a seat closest to the door.

Leo glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow. “Still running.”