“I’m the soon-to-be beached whale over here,” Ana said, and she came into view as her brothers shifted.
“You’ll never be a beached whale. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her.
I wasn’t lying. Ana looked as if she could have walked off the pages of a high-end maternity catalog. Her unique golden-hued skin that she’d inherited from her Indian father and Greek mother added to her beauty. She was a real-life fertility goddess.
I was literally in a house of people who looked like they were created by the Greek gods.
“You’re good for my ego. I may not let you go home.”
“Where Isa goes, I go.” Sebastian came up behind me.
Then he did a silent conversation thing with Ana. Ana’s amber, almost tiger-like eyes grew wide and then flashed with annoyance before she shook her head.
“What am I missing?” I asked both of them.
Almost as soon as the question was out, the pieces fell into place.
Sebastian had told me he’d worked with Bri. I’d assumed it was as an informant or consultant as I was. Which couldn’t be true if he saw Adrian nearly every week until recently. Then there was the fact Sebastian knew about what went down on Ana’s last assignment. The only reason I found out some of the details was because it was in the file for some of the artwork I’d had to evaluate after the case closed. Even then, my information was limited and I could only guess as to what might have happened to Ana.
Sebastian clearly knew more details than I did.
This meant one thing—Sebastian was the man who’d helped rescue Ana when her assignment went south and she was kidnapped. The assignment Ana had been on was a joint Solon/Interpol/CIA case. Ana was the Solon contact, and Adrian was the CIA component. Which left Sebastian.
He was Interpol.
My husband, a mob boss, was an agent for an intelligence agency. Now the favor he’d done for Bri made sense. He’d helped save one of her agents. Ana.
I studied Sebastian’s worried face.
There was still something I was missing. I looked between Ana, Adrian, and Sebastian.
“I think the three of us need to go into another room and have a conversation.” Ana glared at Sebastian as she tucked her arm in mine and pulled me toward the back of the house and an open door.
The four of us moved into a room that looked like a library.
Once we were inside and the door was locked, I blurted out, “You’re Interpol.”
“Yes,” Sebastian answered.
“I know Ana is Solon.” I glanced at her.
“Former. I left.”
Then I moved my attention to Adrian. “And you’re CIA.”
“Retired.”
I walked over to a window overlooking the desert. “And the three of you were on Ana’s last case.”
I tried to remember everything I’d heard and read in the case analysis. They’d been on an assignment to stop a sex-trafficking ring. Ana was supposed to pose as one of the victims when she’d been kidnapped. Two agents had gone in pretending to be buyers.
“You slept with Ana. Didn’t you?”
A wave of jealousy hit me, making me want to throw up. Ana was someone I respected, who I looked up to. She was literally a badass spy.
“Yes.” Sebastian took a step toward me but I shook my head.
He couldn’t touch me right now.
“How many times?”
“Once.”
I caught Ana rubbing her belly with worry etched all over her face and Adrian’s hand on her shoulder.
She’d gotten pregnant during that time, there was no doubt in my mind.
“Is there any chance the baby is yours?”
Surprise flashed on Sebastian’s features. “No. Without a doubt.”
“Absolutely not,” Adrian added but I ignored him, my focus on Sebastian.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you I slept with one of your close friends as part of my work without revealing who I worked for or hurting you.”
“I would have rather heard it from you than learned it like this.” A tear slipped down my cheek. “Haven’t you learned that keeping something from me is just as hurtful as lying?”
“Baby, there are always things I’m not going to be able to tell you.”
I clenched my jaw. “I don’t want to hear it. There’s a fucking difference between having slept with my girlfriend and running the business.”
He had to believe I was an idiot. I knew the rules, I knew when it came to the family some things I’d never know.
I looked at Ana again. “You stalled my investigation into Sebastian. You knew I was going to marry him.”
She nodded. “I didn’t have a choice. But I promise, I gave you everything that was available on him that wasn’t classified.”
“And telling me you fucked my soon-to-be husband was classified.” I couldn’t hide the hurt or anger in my tone.
“Isa, you know the way it works.” Ana sighed. “Some cases require us to do things we wouldn’t think of doing in the real world. We were undercover. We had no choice in what happened. We had an audience and had to make it look real.”
I cringed thinking of what she’d had to experience.
Logically I knew some agents went so deep they lived out what they’d been sent to do. Ana had been kidnapped and sold. Adrian and Sebastian had done whatever it took to get her back.
“I’m just so tired of the secrets.”
“Isa, our lives are all about secrets.” Sebastian came to stand in front of me. “Can we talk alone?”
I nodded. And in my peripheral vision, I saw Ana and Adrian get up.
Was I being too dramatic?
Maybe I was.
Maybe it was jealousy fueling the hurt.
No, I’d been lied to. Again.
It pissed me off that someone I knew had seen Sebastian naked, had felt his touch, knew what it was like to have him deep inside her. But it was more
