Ryan’s smile reached his eyes. “Didn’t Casey tell you? I hack into everyone’s personnel files when they first come on board. It makes me feel more connected to my teammates.”
“That’s reassuring. Isn’t it also illegal?”
“Isn’t lots of what we do?”
Claire rolled her eyes. “Good thing I have nothing to hide. Have a seat-on the sofa, since it’s allowed. I’ll get your beer.”
She headed into the galley kitchen, returning a minute later with a bottle of Sam Adams and a plate of cookies. “Isn’t it a little early in the day for a drink?” she asked, handing him the bottle and setting the plate on the coffee table.
“Normally? Yes. After the night I’ve had? No.”
“Understood.” Claire sat down across from Ryan, her brows knit in concern. “Watching that office burn to the ground must have been pretty unnerving.”
“Not nearly as unnerving as wondering if Marc and I were going to be able to escape the scene without being killed by whatever nutcase torched that shack.” Ryan tipped back the bottle of beer and took a healthy swallow. “And now Amanda got a threatening phone call. I’m sure Casey told you.”
“She did. I called into the office this morning. The threatening phone call doesn’t surprise me. I’m constantly bugged by the sense of being watched-not just Amanda, but all of us. We must be getting closer to some truth or we wouldn’t be scaring people. I was more upset about Justin’s setback.”
“Yeah, that poor little kid. I hope he can hold on.” Ryan’s lips thinned into a grim line. “I never thought I’d be the team member who had to keep it together for the group, at least not outside my area of expertise. But Casey is a wreck, and Marc is practically apoplectic. Even Patrick’s getting emotionally involved, I guess because he’s a father. And you’re always a walking testament to empathy and compassion. So that leaves Hero and me. Oh, and Hutch, who’s doing some unofficial poking around for us.”
Claire didn’t argue the point. The fact that everyone was acting out of character didn’t please her. Not in light of what she was sensing.
“So why the urgency for us to talk?” Ryan asked. “You sounded pretty freaked out on the phone.”
“I am.”
“And you came to me. Should I be shocked or flattered?”
“Neither. I came to you because your energy is positive-at least where it comes to this.”
“You lost me.” Ryan made a gesture of noncomprehension. “What is ‘this’?”
Claire took a deep, cleansing breath. “Here’s a ridiculous request for me to make to the guy who hacked into my personnel file, but I’m making it anyway. Please keep this between us. It matters.”
“Then it’s done.”
“Thank you,” Claire said simply. She met Ryan’s curious gaze. “I’m getting some unusual negative energy. It’s persistent or I’d chalk it up to stress. But it’s real. And it worries me-a lot.”
Ryan did a double take. “You called
“Yes, I’m sure. I called you over here because, as I said, the negativity isn’t coming from you. But it’s coming from inside the team. And that worries the hell out of me.”
After giving Claire a long, hard look, Ryan set down his beer. “Are you saying that someone at FI isn’t acting in the best interests of the team? Because then I know you’re crazy.”
Claire dragged a hand through her hair. “It’s not as black-and-white as that. It’s not necessarily that someone on the team is deceiving us. He or she could just have an additional, separate agenda-one that’s not being shared with the rest of the team. Our synchrony is out of whack. I’m sure of it. I’m just not sure of the details. Or of who’s throwing our rhythm off.” She gave Ryan a pleading look. “Don’t dismiss what I’m saying, not without checking it out.”
“Checking
“Ryan, you’re not listening to me. I’m not suggesting any one of us is a traitor. I’m saying that every one of us is reacting strongly to this investigation, in most cases uncharacteristically so. We’re all good at pushing boundaries. We need to find out who’s pushing in a separate direction. It could be for altruistic reasons. Maybe to protect the rest of the team. I don’t know. But something’s going on. And I can’t figure it out without help.”
Softening somewhat, Ryan picked up his beer again, rolling the bottle between his palms. “If it’s altruistic, why is it negative energy you’re feeling?”
“Because it’s hurting, not helping, what we’re trying to accomplish. The person doing it might not realize that, or, if they do, they’re keeping it from the team for a reason. I’m just speculating. But I need you to check into what everyone at FI has been up to these past few days-when they’re not with the group. Or even when they’re with the group, but can be doing their own thing simultaneously.”
“You’re one of the most ethical people I’ve ever met,” Ryan replied. “I can’t believe you’re asking me to do this.”
“I can’t believe it, either. But I have nowhere else to turn. And it’s necessary. I’m absolutely certain of it.”
“Shit.” Ryan gulped down the rest of his beer and stood up. “Do you know what’s even crazier than what you’re asking me to do? The fact that I’m going to do it for you.”
“I really appreciate it,” Claire said, coming to her feet. “I feel as horrible about this as you do. If I thought there was another way…but there isn’t.”
“Fine.” Ryan shook his head. “I don’t even believe in this crap. Auras. Energy. Flashes of who-knows-what. I must be as nuts as you are.”
“Maybe you have a modicum of faith in me.”
“Maybe I don’t know what the hell I have when I’m around you.” A pause. “And maybe I don’t care.”
Without warning, Ryan reached over and hauled Claire into his arms. He was kissing her before she could breathe, much less protest, and by the time it registered, protesting was the furthest thing from her mind.
“You drive me crazy,” Ryan muttered against her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, anchoring her head so he could deepen the kiss.
Claire wasn’t sure who started undressing who first, nor was she sure who started backing them toward the bed. All she remembered was feeling the mattress under her back and Ryan’s weight pressing her into it as he dragged off the rest of her clothes.
They both knew that if they thought about what they were doing they would stop. And stopping was the last thing they wanted. So they didn’t think. They just shut down their minds and let their bodies take over.
Frantic urgency clawed at them both. Yet they refused to give in, instead savoring each caress, each hungry exploration of the other’s body. Ryan was an amazing and experienced lover, but Claire matched him touch for touch, taste for taste. By the time Ryan moved between her thighs, pushing all the way inside her, they were both shaking, desperate for completion.
Their jagged breaths, their harsh moans and the rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings were the only sounds in the room. And then Claire gave a wild, thin cry, arching up as her entire body shattered into spasms. Ryan was right there with her, thrusting deep into her climax and shouting as he gave in to his own.
They both collapsed, Claire sinking into the bed, Ryan’s full weight pinning her in place. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going anywhere. Her limbs felt like water, and her entire body was quivering with aftershocks. Her breathing was as ragged as Ryan’s, who was still shuddering from the impact of his orgasm. Clearly, he was in no condition to move.
Claire hadn’t the faintest idea how much time passed. The two of them might have dozed, or they might just have floated in a semiconscious state. Claire had no idea. But at some point, she felt Ryan push himself up on his elbows and gaze down at her. Her own eyes were shut, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to open them. Right now, she didn’t have to think, didn’t have to talk, didn’t have to address what had just happened. But once she opened her eyes, all that was going to change.
“Claire.” Ryan wasn’t giving her a choice.
Her lashes fluttered, and with a great effort and even greater reluctance, she cracked open her lids.
“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding as bewildered as she felt. The expression on his face was one of sheer incredulousness.
“I don’t know,” she managed. “Are you?”
