Free Wanna Play (Ghost Unit, Book Three) by Gail Faulkner Page A

she’s working on now is projected to be a blockbuster.”
     
    “I know who she is and it has nothing to do with all that Hollywood you’re talking. Don’t get your hopes up, Jack. She’s not one of your innocent little princesses.” Blaster’s tone dropped to an unusual seriousness. “Right now the lady doesn’t trust anyone. I need info from Gray and someone deep cover in case things go south for some reason. That means you keep a distance, Jack. The men who did the near-miss shot were professionals. They set a stage and got out clean. It was flawless ’cept I creased one.”
     
    Gray cut into the conversation. “Anything else you can tell me about who I’m looking for? So far, everyone is coming up squeaky clean.”
     
    “She didn’t tell me a name. As I said, she trusts no one, especially not guys with a military background. What I do know is she has recorded evidence of the officer raping someone. The evidence was her ticket out of the military clean. She still has it.”
     
    “I see,” Gray murmured. “What makes you believe this is the person coming after her?”
     
    “It’s her assumption as well,” Blaster added. “All the accidents have occurred around her. No other apparent constant. She said she didn’t use the evidence against him at the time because she had no expectation of surviving his court-martial. She seems to think he might be getting nervous because of her success. So if Jack has heard of her, there might be something to that.
     
    “A lone woman with no support making that accusation is not the same as a respected actress coming forward with evidence in hand. The bastard has to be getting nervous. She could really fuck up his little habit.”
     
    Blaster kept an eye on the filming as he talked. He’d thought her affect on him would start to fade by now. Beautiful became commonplace when it was looked at long enough. He hadn’t been watching her long enough apparently. His other head kept insistently reminding him of that fact. Even talking on the phone he was aware of her every move.
     
    When had his cock become “Jas radar”? And how did he make it stop? Shit, finding ways to make it stop would involve all sorts of experiments. Every one of those tests included her and the creative things both of them were capable of.
     
    “We’ll see what comes up.” Gray was obviously already distracted with what he was looking at.
     
    “I’ll be heading down from Ohio soon as we get off the phone. I expect an introduction after this,” Jackson added.
     
    “Let me know when you get here, Jack.” Blaster didn’t bother responding to the introduction part. He wasn’t sure he wanted Jackson fawning on her. Flipping the phone shut, he didn’t feel much better about the situation. Something didn’t set right with the entire state of affairs. A “dog” was sniffing around Jas, but the effort to wear a different skin each time it got close said there was more involved. Nothing straightforward about it.
     
    Blaster figured if he were trying to intimidate a person, he would make it very clear who was doing it. All this effort to make it look racial said the force behind the action was used to concealing its identity. Blaster watched them start filming a new sequence as he thought about it. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly what this felt like.
     
    Several times during the morning, her eyes sought him. The first time Jas quirked an eyebrow and glanced around. Her body-language question about gave him a buzz. She expected him to read her. He shook his head and grinned, telling her the area was free of lurkers today. Both her brows went up, asking him if he was sure. He nodded slightly and subtly adjusted his dick in an arrogant motion that told her how sure he was. Her response startled a bark of laugher out of him when she turned around and bent over to adjust the laces on her boots. That move was just as arrogant and direct as the one he’d sent. It was also playing