Page 96 of Storm Warning

He rubbed his face with his hands. “I can’t remember. Can you, Andre?”

A head shake. “I know it was during our last year with the Rangers.”

A knock on the door interrupted their discussion.

“I’ve got it.” Elias palmed his Sig and checked the peephole. “It’s Seth.” He opened the door and motioned for the rest of their teammates to come inside the suite.

Seth glanced around. “Looks like you started the party without us.”

“We haven’t gotten far,” Andre said. “No food yet. Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.” Grant smiled.

The operatives laughed. Leave it to Grant to be the comedic relief in a tense discussion.

Rayne kissed her husband’s cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make sure you don’t waste away to nothing.”

“I knew I had married a good woman.”

“You married the best woman.” She turned to Andre. “Food is a good idea, though. Otherwise, Echo unit’s members will have pitiful growling stomachs before long, distracting us all.”

“You’re not wrong. Elias, you know our food preferences. Order a variety of things on the menu. You can’t go wrong here.”

“Don’t forget dessert,” Noah said.

Violet rolled her eyes. “You, my love, have a serious sweet tooth.”

“Of course. Why do you think I married you?”

Oh, boy. Riley looked at Andre. If they married, she would have the chance to enjoy private jokes with him, too.

Whoa. She needed to slow her roll. Even though Andre loved her, that didn’t mean he wanted to marry her. He never mentioned the word marriage. A girl could dream, though.

Andre glanced over at her, eyebrow raised in silent inquiry.

Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Baring her soul in front of their teammates wasn’t on the agenda this morning. Divulging her past to them and admitting she had lied to her best friends for the past two years by keeping her CIA past to herself was bad enough. In addition, the teams would discuss the deaths of Angie Dodd Whitmore and her family. She mouthed, “Later.”

Although he looked skeptical, Andre agreed with a slight nod.

When she tore her gaze from his, Riley glanced at her teammates and found Teagan watching her with amusement and curiosity in her eyes. Oh, no. Her heart sank. Once on the trail of information, Teagan was relentless, pursuing it until she unearthed every secret.

She was toast. The truth coming out was only a matter of time now.

Riley half-listened to Elias placing an enormous order with room service, her attention focusing inward. Was Veronica right? Did the attacks on her and the deaths of the Whitmore family lead back to Obsidian Storm?

Shuddering, she prayed the other operative was wrong because the most evil people she had ever encountered during her years with The Company filled Obsidian Storm, and that was saying something.

Frowning, she thrust her hands through her hair. How was this possible, though? She thought she had brought down the terrorist organization years ago. Had she missed someone, or perhaps one terrorist had rebuilt the group?

How? Riley had completed her part of the mission. She had assassinated Garcia as instructed, including at the exact time she was ordered to carry out the mission. Apparently, Angie was assigned another part of the mission and had been successful in completing the assignment.

She had always appreciated the compartmentalized segments of her missions and only knowing her small part in the whole. Now, however, that method of handling her was frustrating and could well be dangerous to her, her teammates, and Andre. This was bad on so many levels that Riley didn’t know where to begin.

“All right.” Seth looked at Andre’s team. “Dinner will be delivered in 40 minutes. You have that long to bring us up to date. Andre, what should we know?”

“More than the information we’ve got.”

“Then let’s go with what you have, and we’ll find out the rest. Go.”