The Cavanaugh Code. Marie Ferrarella

his hand to the man she’d been trying to pump for information. Brian smiled broadly at Laredo.

      “Frank mentioned he saw you here. How are you, Laredo?” he asked warmly, shaking the younger man’s hand. “And what’s your grandfather up to these days?”

      “I’m fine and he’s been running a security firm for the last five years,” Laredo told him, sitting down again.

      “A security firm?” Brian laughed, shaking his head. “I never thought he’d leave The Company. I thought they’d have to take him out, feet first.”

      “He thought it was time,” Laredo told him. “He didn’t think he could move as fast as he used to.”

      “Chet?” Brian asked incredulously. “That man could pop open any lock and disappear faster than anyone I ever knew.”

      That would explain the handcuffs, Taylor suddenly thought. And then the initial sentence played itself over in her head.

      “The Company?” Taylor echoed, looking from her stepfather to the man at her desk. “Your grandfather was with the—”

      “Yes,” Laredo said, cutting her off before she could mention the CIA. “He doesn’t like it getting around these days. Afraid it might scare off more clients than it attracts,” he explained.

      Brian looked as if that made perfect sense to him. “Well, tell him I said hello and if he ever feels like catching up, he knows where to find me.”

      Okay, this was another new turn, Taylor thought. What did Brian have to do with a member of the CIA? “Catching up?” she asked.

      Brian left it deliberately vague. “We collaborated a couple of times back in the day.”

      Taylor blew out a breath. She wasn’t going to get any more than that and she knew it. For all his affability, Brian Cavanaugh was extremely closemouthed when he wanted to be.

      She moved on. “So you’re vouching for him?” She nodded at Laredo as she asked.

      “Absolutely. I’ve known Laredo for as long as I’ve known you,” he told her. “Bounced you both on my knee—just not at the same time,” Brian added with the wink that she knew was her mother’s undoing. Brian shifted his eyes toward Laredo. “If I can help you in any way, just let me know.”

      “I’ll do that,” Laredo promised. “But right now, I’ve got no complaints with the way Detective McIntyre is taking care of me.”

      Brian smiled, affection brimming in his eyes as he looked at his older stepdaughter.

      “Never doubted it for a moment. She’s one of our finest. Good seeing you again, Laredo,” Brian repeated just as his cell phone began to ring. He sighed. “No rest for the weary,” were his parting words as he walked away quickly, taking out his phone. “Cavanaugh here.”

      “He’s a great guy,” Laredo said to her. There was genuine admiration in his voice. There, at least, Taylor thought, they were in agreement.

      “Yes, I know.” She turned her attention back to the man at her desk. “I guess if he vouches for you, I can trust you.” She couldn’t help the grudging note that came into her voice.

      “With your life.” Laredo sounded completely serious as he said it.

      But she still couldn’t help wondering if he meant it, or was trying to throw her off. Ordinarily, if Brian vouched for someone, that was enough for her. But something about the way Laredo looked at her had her struggling to keep her guard up.

      For the second time, she told herself to wrap it up. She had witnesses she needed to question and an investigation to kick off. Damn, but she missed Aaron. The man wasn’t due back for another six weeks. They stretched out before her like a long, lonely desert.

      “All right,” she announced to Laredo, “if you have nothing else to tell me—”

      The same sexy, lazy smile traveled along his lips, straight into her nervous system.

      “I have lots of things to tell you,” he assured her, his voice deliberately lower than it had been, carrying only the length of her desk. “Preferably over a lobster dinner with soft music in the background and some champagne chilling beside the table.”

      Nine times out of ten, that line probably worked, she thought. But not on her. “You’re a player.”

      He smiled. If it bothered him to be caught, he didn’t show it. “When the occasion arises. The rest of the time, I’m pragmatic.”

      You had to admire a guy who didn’t give up, she thought despite herself. “And plying me with liquor would be which?”

      He looked at her for a long moment before saying, “A little bit of both, most likely.”

      If she hung around him any longer, she was in danger of getting lost in those blue eyes, Taylor warned herself. “Well, I have a job to do, so if you’ll excuse me.” With that, she rose to her feet.

      Laredo did the same. And as she went out of the squad room, he was right there, his steps shadowing hers until they both reached the elevator.

      She had no recollection of issuing an invitation, Taylor thought.

      Pressing the down button, she turned to face him. “Look, if you think you’re coming with me just because my stepfather bounced you on his knee—”

      A touch of surprise entered his eyes. “Brian Cavanaugh’s your stepfather?”

      It was something she assumed everyone knew because, in the world she inhabited, for the most part they did. “Yes.”

      He nodded, as if approving. “Your mother’s got a good man.”

      She was not going to get sidetracked. “Be that as it may, you’re not coming with me.”

      “I didn’t think I was.”

      She pressed the down button again. “Then why are you following me?”

      “I’m not,” he told her innocently.

      Where was the damn elevator? There weren’t that many floors. “Right.”

      “In case it might have slipped your notice, ‘Detective,’ cars are supposed to be parked outside the building and I haven’t trained mine to come when I call so, consequently, if I want to use it, I have to go to the car.” He gave her an amused look. “Same as you, I suspect.”

      She was about to press for the elevator a third time when it arrived. She saw that the car was almost filled to capacity. Ordinarily, she would have waited for the next car, but she wanted to get away from this man as quickly as possible. So she slipped into the car, trying to make the most of the space that was available.

      As did he.

      Taylor discovered that ignoring a man she found herself pressed up against was next to impossible no matter how hard she tried.