her hands on him, it had been like a shot to the gut. Her imagination had gone into overdrive.
Stop thinking about his abs and focus on the work.
Redirecting her thoughts, she observed just how careful he was of his bossâs safety. She pretended to natter on about the art, but kept one eye on him, as he kept both on Dav. All without ever ceasing that restless pattern on her spine.
It was driving her mad.
âIt would be a privilege to discuss that with you, Dav,â Carrie was saying warmly, and Ana wondered what sheâd missed.
âWeâll make an appointment, shall we? Iâll be in touch in the next few days, and weâll set it up.â
âLovely,â Carrie replied, an edge of puzzlement in her smile.
âItâs always a pleasure to do business with you, and with Prometheus.â It was such a hearty endorsement that Ana surreptitiously scanned the nearby faces. Dav was making a point, giving Carrie an all-out seal of approval.
The crowd shifted again, and Davâs demeanor changed from social politeness to distinct interest. There was a keen awareness in that shift, and something else, something Ana didnât quite recognize, as Dav took Carrieâs hand and bowed over it in a courtly manner.
âWeâll make that a date, then.â
âAbsolutely,â she agreed, the puzzled look still a faint crease on her brow. Ana caught the masculine interest in Davâs reply, but Carrie seemed oblivious. From the corner of her eye, she saw Gatesâs scowl. What, no nookie for the boss-man? she wondered irreverently. Or was it just a matter of security? Tough to date, she decided, if one was a marked man, as Davros seemed to be.
Sheâd pulled up more than five attempts on his life in the last couple of years, and that just here in San Fran. She wanted to dig further into that. Sheâd turned up business rivalries from at least one of the Central American nations, but what notes sheâd scanned said one of them went back a long way and it was family oriented.
Filing that for later consideration, Ana saw with amusement that Dav had truly flustered Carrie. She withdrew her hand, but kept her businesslike smile firmly in place. âOf course, it will be a delight to do business with you again.â
Ana nearly broke character and snorted over how oblivious the woman was. Ana was pretty sure Dav wanted to discuss something other than art. To cover the gap, Ana kept to her vacuous chatter as Shirley. âOh, how fun, even if business is involved. I love dates. You should go to that new restaurant over there by the twisty street, you know, Lombard.â She beamed, naming the famous San Francisco landmark. âItâs been written up all over the place. You know the place, Iâm sure.â She acted as if she were searching for the name. âParasol or something.â
âWell, since weâll be discussing business,â Carrie reiterated, a bit repressively, âweâll probably want to stick with something more staid. Thank you for the recommendation, though, Ms. Bascom. Tell meââCarrie deftly flipped the conversation back to artââis art a passion of yours as well?â
It took only a split second for her to make her decision on that one. She didnât want to be pegged as an art patron, not in her current guise. âOh, Iâm just Shirley, and no, I mostly love a great party. My friendsââshe waved toward the now-disappeared Jen and Jackââwere meeting here and invited me along.â She grinned at her hostess. âIt just seemed the coolest thing to do, you know? And I was right. Itâs a lot of fun.â
She caught the sardonic look that crossed Gatesâs face before he managed to recover the bland façade heâd worn since Davâs arrival.
âInteresting,â Dav added, smiling her way, but with eyes only for Carrie McCray. Dav, it seemed, wasnât picking