One More Shameless Night by Lili Valente Read Free Book Online

at her phone, forcing her expression to stay impassive as she let it drop back into her clutch.
    Fucking Dominic.
    He had a gift for contacting her at the absolute worst times. If she didn’t know better, she would think he knew when she was alone with Clay and was deliberately trying to expose the secrets they’d both been keeping for the past year.
    Dom and Clay certainly weren’t friends—Dom hated Clay with an intensity he didn’t bother to hide, and Clay thought Dom was a creep who had taken advantage of Harley during a vulnerable time in her life—but the two men did occasionally brush elbows on the job. Six months ago, Dom had become a CIA informant, striking a deal to pave his way back to life on the right side of the law. He continued to haunt the fringes of the criminal underground while supplying Central Intelligence and the FBI with the information they needed to take down some of the big name bad guys he had worked for in the past.
    Men like her father, though Dom had agreed to keep his mouth shut about Stewart until they had Mallory safely in hand.
    They needed Stewart free in order to track his communications with the man who “owned” the girl. A year ago, Dom had been close to locating the half sister Harley had never met, but days before he was due to raid the compound where she was being held, Stewart had arranged for Mallory to be moved. Since then, her father had kept her captors on the move and Dom struggling to play catch up.
    But maybe now he had caught up. Maybe that was the big news.
    Harley picked up her glass of white wine, taking a long sip of the cool liquid, curiosity getting the better of her. She had to get Dom to spill the beans over the phone, no matter how paranoid he was about his calls being tapped.
    Her phone buzzed again. Keeping her expression relaxed, she slipped her hand into her purse and tipped the screen up.
    So put down your wine, excuse yourself from the table, and meet me behind the bathrooms by the kiddie pool. This won’t keep.
    Her heart dropped into her stomach.
    Holy shit. He was here, somewhere out there in the darkness.
    Watching her.
    She set her wine down a little too hard.
    “Who’s that?” Clay asked, still scanning the menu he held. Thank God. If he’d been looking at her face when she read that last message, he would have known instantly that something was up. She wasn’t nearly as good at hiding her emotions as she used to be.
    She was going soft, a fact that didn’t bother her most of the time, but right now it sure as hell did. The old Harley would have had her guard up and her feelers out. She would have been scanning the crowd for potential predators instead of dwelling on how handsome her husband looked with the candlelight playing across the planes of his face.
    “Hannah,” she lied. Explanations would have to wait until after she put out this fire. She had to get to Dom before he did something crazy. If he’d followed her to Samoa, he was clearly off the rails.
    “She said it wasn’t urgent and not to worry,” Harley continued, pulling her napkin from her lap and placing it beside her bread plate. “But I should step out and call her anyway. She wouldn’t have texted twice unless she was worried about something.”
    “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked, setting his menu down.
    “No! Don’t be silly. Hold our table.” She scooted her chair back. “And if our waiter comes back, order the fish for me. I don’t care what the fresh catch is, I’m sure it will be amazing.”
    Clay frowned as she stood. “Are you sure? Maybe we should hold off on ordering until we know we’re not needed at the house.”
    Harley waved a hand through the air. “I’m sure we’re fine to stay. Hannah would have called if it were a real emergency.” She forced a smile, hoping it was too dark for Clay to see the pulse hammering at her throat. “Order another glass of wine for me, too, will you?” She winked. “I plan on getting a little