Savage Secrets (Titan #6) by Cristin Harber Read Free Book Online Page A

knife to his ankle and add a nice Glock to his waist. Any good arms dealer would be armed. Right ?
    Adequately reassured, he turned back toward the sitting area. A silky robe hung on the back of the bathroom door, begging him to do a double take. “Holy smokes.” He unsuccessfully tried to ignore it. She wasn’t putting out, and he couldn’t make a move. The lingerie was part of their cover and had nothing to do with what would actually take place while playing the Mr. and Mrs. act.
    “Almost ready?” she called from the living room as if she hadn’t been staring into her closet for hours.
    He partially opened the door, and in the thirty seconds it took him to don his new wardrobe, she’d done the same thing. Bonus points to her for not preening in the bathroom for hours. Another round of bonus points because she was hovering over several handguns, inspecting her options.
    One last glance at her, and he turned back toward the mirror, shaking his head at the contradictions that were Caterina Cruz. Candles rested on the tub’s ledge waiting to be burned. He picked up a small glass bottle and sniffed it. This was the least Titan moment of his life. Ah hell, but the bottle smelled like Cat. Freakin’ pansyass .
    He put the bottle down before she caught him. The whole hotel suite smelled like that perfume, very… Caterina-esque. Rocco scrubbed a hand over his face and into his hair. What was his problem? Get a grip .
    She knocked open the open door. “Hey.”
    He jumped, not wanting to get busted ogling bottles of girly crap. Thank fuck he’d just put that bottle down.
    “Ready?”
    She was stunning, and he’d never described anything with that word in his life. Her glossy lips and made up eyes were more than he could take. Gone were the jeans and tank top. All American was replaced by All Star. The clothes were probably designer, fitting for an international arms dealer’s new wife. His brain scrambled because the whole expensive and extravagant thing worked on her just as well the jeans and t-shirt and her skintight black outfit from the MI6 location. Everything worked on her. “Yup. Ready.”
    She smoothed the side of a light pink dress the color of cotton candy. It softened her. The woman standing there wasn’t a trained killer; she was…Mrs. Locke, and damn if he wasn’t stoked to be the Mister.
    “Everything disposed of?” She eyed the trash can.
    “You checking on me, Kitten?” He had a thing about trust and respect. It drove him to join the Army, pushed him to become part of Titan and strive for leadership. Trust and respect defined his world. He needed it from the team, needed it from Boss Man, but had more or less expected it from Caterina.
    She waggled her eyebrows. “Maybe.”
    “We’re all good.”
    “Good.” She nodded and walked toward the front of their big-ass suite. The woman who had pressed her hands to his chest and purred a request to work together had been replaced by an operative forced to wear a pink dress. She was all business and as focused as he’d ever seen her. It was hot as hell.
    His neck burned. His chest tightened. Rocco squeezed his eyes shut, praying that this was an over the top reaction to the skyscraper legs parading in front of him. He followed her, his feet feeling that they’d been cemented to the floor. Each step seemed heavier than the last. Piss poor timing if this was what he thought it might be…
    Caterina turned around. The fabric of her dress hugged her tight, making him memorize her every move. A blur of haze blocked his view for a hot second. He focused in again on the pink and lost his sharp line of sight again.
    Zip. Zip . His ears burned with electricity. Goddamn it.
    Zip. Zap. Zip .
    Panic swelled, colliding with the reaction that had already started. The one that he dreaded. His palms went clammy. This couldn’t be happening right now. Seriously. He’d will the insane episode away. Rocco sawed his teeth and ordered his lungs to breathe