Minutes later he found Taylor lounging on the couch he’d made her climax on multiple times last night, her laptop in her lap and a purely evil grin on her face. She might deny it, but she did evil genius well. She had on jeans and a T-shirt with a storm trooper wearing earphones and DJing. He laughed out loud at the picture, causing her to look up.

Evil genius smile morphed into a sensual one as she looked him over from head to toe. Then she blushed adorably. “Morning,” she murmured, her cheeks turning even redder.

Which was damn cute. She’d tried to go down on him last night, multiple times, but he’d needed everything to be about her. And…he wouldn’t have been in control if he’d let her do what she wanted to him. Right now he felt as if he was walking a razor’s edge and she had the ability to push him over it. Especially if she’d wrapped those pretty lips around his hard length. Even thinking about it and his dick woke up.

It was a primal thing, the only way he’d known how to take care of her in this fucked up situation. He couldn’t even describe it to himself how much he’d liked bringing her so much pleasure.

Over and over.

From the pink in her cheeks, clearly she was remembering everything. Good. He wanted everything they’d done stamped into her memory bank.

“Morning. Sleep well?” he asked.

She snorted and slid her computer off her lap. “What do you think?” Blush gone, she stood and crossed the distance to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He pulled her into a tight hug, dropping a light kiss on her mouth, loving how open she was with affection. He resisted the urge to deepen it because he had a feeling they’d end up naked and on the floor if he did. “If you didn’t then I clearly did something wrong. Which means I need to practice more.” He dropped his voice as he said it, which earned him another blush.

She seemed to forget how to speak for a moment then slightly shook her head. “There’s coffee in the kitchen and uh, I think I might have found something on Neal’s whereabouts.”

There was something in her tone that made him pause. As he headed for the kitchen, she followed and he could practically sense the nervousness rolling off her. “Well?”

She took a deep breath. “Hear me out before you say no.”

Oh yeah, that didn’t bode well for him. He nodded as he started to pour himself a mug. “Okay.”

“I did a lot of digging into Neal’s background this morning.”

He frowned. “You haven’t been up that long.”

“Well…I woke up at three and worked for a couple hours. You looked so peaceful sleeping I didn’t want to bother you.”

Roman didn’t respond, but he was beyond surprised he hadn’t stirred.

“Anyway, I did a lot of digging earlier and when I woke up again not too long ago something was bothering me. There were a few emails referencing a sale of a boat, but nothing directly to him. To this corporation. I’ve never heard of the corporation though, not being linked directly to Powers Group. So I started digging into it and I can’t be sure without more investigating, but I think it’s a front for Neal. For what, I have no idea, but I don’t think it’s for anything real. Using the information on the ‘business’, I tracked down that boat. It’s still owned by the company and according to credit card records from the same company, it’s docked at a local marina.”

“What kind of boat?”

“Forty-foot cruiser… The type someone could stay on. Live on, if need be.” She bit her bottom lip, watching him expectantly.

Wow, she was good. Really good. “You think Lynch is on it?”

She shrugged. “Probably not, but it’s worth checking out, right?”

“Yes, it is worth checking out. The police can do it immediately.”

She bit her bottom lip even harder and shook her head. “How am I supposed to explain to them what I found?”

“Did you break any laws gaining the information?”

Taylor looked down and crossed her arms over her chest, but didn’t answer.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

Clearly exasperated, she threw up her hands. “What I did was only a little illegal. And if we see that he’s there, we can call the police—anonymously. He might not even be there, but it’s a lead and I don’t want to pass it up. And I don’t want to give the police bad intel and have them waste resources when we could just check.”

He half-smiled, shaking his head. “Only a little illegal.” Her eyes widened as she looked at him in semi-shock. “What?” he demanded.

“I’ve never seen you smile like that before. And that doesn’t even really count, but…it looks good on you.” She grinned, sidling closer and wrapping her arms around him. She wiggled slightly, playfully rubbing her breasts against him. It didn’t matter that they were clothed, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel her hard nipples protruding through her shirt. He bit back a groan.

Fuck. He was so screwed. He set his coffee cup down and grabbed her hips, holding her close. “Are you seriously trying to use your sex appeal to get me to do what you want?”

“Absolutely. And logic. Mainly logic. We need to check this out. It’s the middle of the day, we can go just the two of us and not tell a soul. I trust Escobar but I don’t want anyone to know about this. What if one of the security team members is involved and they tip off Neal? I can’t risk that. Hugh deserves justice. The less people that know, the better. If we tell the cops and we’re wrong, they waste a lot of resources and risk tipping him off anyway. A team of cops showing up? He’s going to see that. But two people—”

“One person,” he bit out. “If we do this, I’m the only one checking out the boat. You will at no time reveal yourself publicly anywhere. Anywhere. Got it?”

“So you’re saying yes?” She practically jumped up and down with glee.

“I’m saying you’ll leave the checking out to me,” he muttered. He hated the idea, but she was right on all counts. If they could call in an anonymous tip on Lynch and get him arrested, the slimy bastard would flip on the guy who’d shot at Roman. Which would eliminate all threats to Taylor.

That was the carrot she was dangling in front of Roman and she had to know it. To finally get her safe, to get the men responsible for coming after her and killing her friend, was too much to pass up.

Roman knew he could keep her safe too. That wasn’t an issue. And he agreed that the less people who knew what they were doing the better. Keeping the knowledge of this to just the two of them literally eliminated any potential leaks. He didn’t like it, but he also didn’t like sitting around doing nothing. He’d planned to get her out of here today and into a new place anyway. They could make a couple stops before hitting their new safe house. “You’re going to need to change into less noticeable clothes. At least your shirt. Something plain. And we’re going to have to make a couple stops before we head there.”

She rolled up once on the balls of her feet, but it seemed as if she was restraining herself from jumping up and down.

“And,” he stressed, “you do whatever I say, when I say it. If I say run, you start sprinting away. Nothing I say is up for debate.”

“Even if you ask me to strip naked in public?”

His lips twitched. “Yep.”

She nodded once. “Deal.”

* * *

“What are you doing? Did you see him?” Taylor demanded the second Roman slid back into the SUV.

He got into the middle seat instead of the front seat since she was sitting there and he wanted to be close to her. The windows were darkly tinted and it was almost impossible to see inside. They’d been parked along the exterior of the marina for the last hour, not in the actual parking lot, but on the curb against the public sidewalk that lined the southeast side of it.

Oversized, white benches and clusters of big palm trees lined the walk, making it a perfect place for people to jog and walk their dogs. The sidewalks were triple the width of normal ones and this section was made specifically for that reason; so locals could exercise and stay active in their community.