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wouldn’t spout lies to get her back into his bed. “It was what it was.”
    The look on Phoebe’s face said it all and Lach felt torn between leading them out the hotel door and kissing her again, which would lead them right back to where they fucking were. He just shook his head, not knowing what else to add on to his declaration.
    “Then there’s nothing else to talk about,” Phoebe said, her earlier defiance sliding back into place as if she were born with that look. “We each took enjoyment out of a moment in time and now it’s back to reality. And let’s face it, Lach…you don’t belong in my reality.”
    “Lach? Are you with us?” Crest asked with a pointed look, breaking Lach out of his trance. He brought his focus back around and ignored the stares. “I was saying that we’re going to use Gentry Protection for the armed details to cover three shifts. Each of you will oversee the specifics and the men or women assigned to each shift for each VIP, as well as be available to me during the day. I’m in the process of vetting the personnel now and I will give all of you the profiles of the agents who will be under your direction, as well as the files on your individual VIPs. Ensure you take time to look over their qualifications before we meet back here at three o’clock with Mr. Dunaway and his campaign manager. I expect you to know your assigned personnel as well as you would each squad member in your platoon back in the Corps.”
    “Is there a specific threat that caused Mr. Dunaway to seek out armed security details this early?” Ethan asked, his knee bouncing as if he were eager to get started on this assignment. “From my understanding a nominee normally doesn’t worry about security until later in campaign unless there’s been a credible threat.”
    Lach wasn’t feeling any of his friend’s elation as he thought of Phoebe’s parting words. Once again a memory slipped in between the conversation.
    “Phoebe, we should talk before you head to your family home.” Lach walked her through the airport and to what he knew to be a car waiting for her outside the glass doors. “We shouldn’t leave things like—”
    “Lach, I meant what I said.” Phoebe had taken her backpack off of the luggage carousal before he could grab it and she refused to hand it over. It was now situated on her back, securely in place as she came to an abrupt stop right in front of the door and turned to face him. Her dark blue eyes shined with determination. “It was a nice hour of hot sex. I got off and so did you, but the bottom line is that we live in different circles. If you think you hurt my feelings by saying it was casual, you didn’t. Regardless of what you may believe, I don’t live in a sheltered bubble. If you’re worried I’m going to run to my father, I’m a big girl and don’t kiss and tell.”
    Lach remained silent as he digested her little speech. They live in different worlds? Was that her way of saying he wasn’t good enough for her? He was relatively sure she hadn’t felt that way when he’d been buried deep inside of her this afternoon. Anger tightened his chest, but he refrained from saying or doing anything as she took a step toward the door.
    “Have a nice life, Lach McKinnon.”
    “I’m not aware of anything that would precipitate his request for security, but we’ll cover that in the three o’clock meeting.” Crest’s voice brought Lach back to the present and he knew that he needed to come clean with his superior. “Anything residing on the docket that I’m not aware of?”
    They spent a few moments reviewing some of the outstanding cases and arranging to give them to Kevin. Ethan and Connor then headed to the door with their files in hand. Lach would get with them later this morning, as each of them would strategize their days to come. He remained in place and waited for them to close the door, the men having taken the hint that he wanted to speak with Crest