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arrested for a crime.
    So why the hell was he hiring an assassin?
    Fuck. Where was Holden McCall when you needed him? Morgan could’ve really used the man’s technological wizardry at the moment. Holden was capable of plucking information out of thin air, but ever since he’d lost his wife in the attack on their compound last year, he’d pulled a disappearing act. Quit the team via text message, and Morgan hadn’t heard from him since.
    He knew that Holden needed to grieve in peace for the time being, but Morgan had every intention of tracking down his former soldier if he didn’t hear from him by the end of the month.
    He wasn’t just worried about him, but Holden’s absence also made Morgan’s life damn difficult, which was why he marched across the cabin to finally address Noelle.
    Her blue eyes slitted open at his approach. “I’m sleeping. Go away.”
    “I need Sean Reilly’s new number. The one I have for him isn’t in service,” he said curtly. “Otherwise, give me Oliver’s number. Either brother will do.”
    She chuckled. “What’s the matter, Jim? Couldn’t figure out how to type the name ‘Girard’ into Google?”
    “Girard is clean. On paper, anyway. Which means I need to dig deeper.”
    “Well, find your own information dealers.” Noelle adjusted the thin blanket covering her body and promptly ignored him.
    Gritting his teeth, he plopped down in the seat across from hers. “Fine. I’ll just get it from Isabel.”
    “You do that, honey,” she murmured without opening her eyes.
    He felt like tearing his own hair out. “You’ll actually make me jump through hoops instead of giving me the number?”
    Her eyelids snapped open. “Yes. Want to know why? Because we’re not friends, and we’re not colleagues. Therefore, I don’t owe you a damn thing.”
    “Yet you flew all the way to Costa Rica to warn me,” he said dryly.
    “And that’s as far as I’m willing to go. You’ve been warned. Now you’re on your own.”
    Silence settled between them, and his frustration deepened. He hated spending even a modicum of time with this woman. They’d been enemies for so long. Too long. Truth be told, he was sick and tired of it.
    Kill her and be done with it
.
    The flare of anger behind the thought faded rapidly because he knew he couldn’t act on the threat. Not now, anyway. Not when he might still need to make use of her vast network of resources.
    “Go back to your side of the plane, Jim,” she muttered in annoyance.
    “What—you don’t want to make small talk?”
    “Not in the slightest.”
    When he didn’t budge, her lips tightened in a thin line. After a beat, one slender arm emerged from beneath the blanket, and she pressed a button on the arm of her seat.
    Not a second later, the all-black-clad attendant who’d greeted them upon boarding appeared in front of Noelle.
    “What can I do for you?” he asked instantly, ready to serve his mistress.
    Morgan frowned as Noelle’s blue eyes swept over the steward’s tall, muscular frame.
    “You can do
a lot
of things for me, Joachim,” she cooed. “But for now, I’ll settle for a coffee.”
    “And for you, Mr. Morgan?”
    He coolly met Joachim’s light green eyes. “Coffee. Black.”
    After the man disappeared behind the blue curtain on the other side of the cabin, Morgan flashed Noelle a sardonic smile.
    “Let me guess. You didn’t hire Mr. Sweden for his serving skills alone.”
    “Of course not. I hired him because he’s a great lay.”
    She licked her bottom lip seductively, which drew his attention to her pouty Cupid’s bow of a mouth. She never wore lipstick because her lips were naturally red—he remembered that little tidbit now as he stared at her mouth.
    When he moved his gaze to hers, he didn’t miss the flicker of challenge in her eyes.
    “I’m sure he fucks you real nice,” Morgan drawled.
    “But you couldn’t care less, right?” Her tone became mocking. “Same way you don’t care that D and I