Free Warrior Betrayed: The Sons of the Zodiac 3 by Addison Fox

said, one doesn’t work in the security industry without catching wind of things from time to time.”
    Montana had been trained at the knee of one of the last century’s most revered businessmen. Shrewd and sharp, her father’s poker face had been flawless but even Black Jack Grant had nothing on Quinn Tanner. His dark eyes remained impassive and his posture gave away nothing.
    Absolutely nothing.
    She was reluctantly impressed, even as the niggling sense of doubt that pressed on the edge of her senses rattled a few nerve endings. “And you think you’ve caught something about me?”
    “Let’s just say I take an interest in situations that I think bear closer scrutiny.”
    “And you think my…situation”—she waved a hand—“is one of those?”
    “I don’t think. I know.”
    Her mother’s rock-solid beliefs picked that odd moment to come back to her. “Quinn Tanner, the Taurus Warrior. He’ll save you. I know it.”
    Suspicion clawed at her with razor-sharp talons. “Does this have anything to do with my mother?”
    “No.”
    A quick, solid, matter-of-fact response. Hmmm. Curious.
    “She knows your name.”
    Quinn’s dark eyes narrowed at that. “I’ve never met your mother, Montana. Besides, I thought your mother hasn’t been a part of your life?”
    “I believe I mentioned last night that she’s recently come back into it.”
    “I can assure you, that has nothing to do with me.”
    Damn it, what was she missing? Although she gave the man credit for giving nothing away, he looked as if he genuinely had no idea what she was talking about.
    Of course, what the hell did she know, anyway? The man worked in the security trade. His firm was responsible for the protection of the world’s wealthy, from royalty to high-ranking government officials to the rich and famous who wanted to feel protected from any number of things.
    Even if he did know about her mother, he’d likely know how to hide it from her.
    But still…it just felt like he had no idea what she was talking about.
    Did she dare mention the other things her mother said? That whole weird bit about the zodiac and Themis and—oh God, was she seriously considering any of this?—his sign.
    Taurus.
    On a deep breath, Montana pressed him. “Does this have anything to do with what I asked you last night? About Themis?”
    Bingo .
    Quinn Tanner might have a poker face, but that quick flicker at the edge of his eyes—not quite a flinch, more like a slight twitch—suggested the question hit home.
    “The Greek goddess you asked me about? If you ask me, it sounds like a code word for something. Something in the European division of Grant Shipping?”
    His question was fair, even as Montana knew something hovered just under the surface. She couldn’t define it, but she also couldn’t quite shake the feeling she was being maneuvered.
    Yes, that was the exact right word.
    Maneuvered .
    Like Quinn held all the cards and was just trying to get her to fold.

Chapter Five
     
    Quinn took a deep breath as Montana’s assistant entered the office with coffee service. He endured another one of Jackson’s “don’t fuck with me” glares, oddly satisfied to see the man’s loyalty. He’d run the guy already, looking for any abnormalities, any sudden increases in his financial situation.
    The guy was clean.
    Other than a nice nest-egg annuity and an annual bonus he used to spend two weeks living the high life in the Bahamas every January, there wasn’t any evidence to suggest he had any accounts socked away there. Or hidden anywhere else for that matter.
    And he appeared to be as loyal as they came.
    Although Quinn wasn’t ready to rule anyone out—not even the delectable heiress sitting opposite him—he’d done this long enough to have a sense of where the dirt was hidden.
    Of course, his senses had been off from the start of this project, especially if Grey’s intelligence had any merit.
    And knowing Grey, it had a hell of a lot of merit.
    The guy