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duffel bag onto a
chair. The Bennington’s weren’t rich, they were wealthy. Ian, who was only rich,
explained the difference. Ian had money, but the Benningtons could buy him a
hundred times over. And rich people worked for wealthy people. Lulu Bennington definitely
fell into the wealthy side of the equation.
    The
door opened and Dante walked in with a dazed expression on his face. “There’s a
pool in the basement. A swimming pool, right next to a fully loaded gym we can
use anytime we want. This is a sweet set up.” He sat on the bed and bounced a
little bit like a kid.
    Noah
tilted his head. “Damn, kid, you sound like this is your first time off the
farm.”
    At
twenty-eight Dante was the youngest member of the team. He’d grown up dirt poor
in Texas as the oldest of eight. He fought and scraped his way into the West
Point defying incredible odds to make something of himself.
    “Irish,
can we make this job last for the next ten years? We can fake it and make it
look good.”
    Dante
was the team joker. He could find the humor in everything.
    “Hell
no. This place makes me nervous.” Noah glanced around at the bedroom. He lived
a Spartan life and all this wealth made him want to run away.
    Dante
grinned merrily. “I think it’s Lulu who makes you nervous.”
    True,
but Noah wasn’t going to admit it. He’d die for every member of his team, but
he was not going to give up his male dignity for anybody. “She’s just a woman, pretty
much like every other one.”
    “No,
she’s not. Even on her worst day, we’d never be in her league.”
    Lulu
Bennington was class and he was lucky to be trash on a good day. “Is she going
all rich bitch on you?”
    Dante
averted his eyes looking almost embarrassed. “She’s really nice you know,
classy.”
    Yeah,
Noah called that right, the kid already had a crush on her. “She’s not your
buddy.”
    “She’s
not the enemy either,” Dante shot back.
    No,
just a damn inconvenient, spoiled pain in the ass. “What did she say to Roman in
the office?” Dante had a gift for languages and he was fluent in French.
    Dante
blushed, but didn’t answer.
    “Come
on, spill it.”
    Damn!
What kind of voodoo did this woman have on his men who’d only met her a couple
hours ago? “She said he had the face of an angel.”
    That
startled him. “What?”
    “He
does,” Dante said in a defensive tone.
    Noah
leaned back on his heels. “Is there something you want to share with me?”
    “Roman
is a good looking man.” Dante held up his hands in supplication. “I’m secure
enough in my heterosexuality to admit to that.” He touched his chest with his
fingertips. “If I wasn’t such a hottie myself, I’d be doing good getting his
leftovers.”
    Looking
at Roman, a person would never guess he could slit a guy’s throat and then sit
down to eat his couscous. Noah had seen him do it. Noah made a mental note not
to ask questions he really didn’t want to know the answers to. “I really shouldn’t
have asked.”
    Dante
shrugged. “Dude, you seem a little twisted about this gig. What’s up?”
    Noah
scrubbed his face with his hands. “I’m tired. Mexico took a lot out of me.” He
could have done that job in his sleep.
    A
knock sounded at the door and a voice announced that dinner was being served.
    Noah
and his team had never had dinner with one of their clients before. He watched
the entire scene, feeling strange. By the time the cheesecake and coffee had
been served, Lulu Bennington had everyone’s life story except for his, but not
for her lack of trying. She’d hinted, poked, and pried. Noah had firmly
rejected her intrusive questioning, even as he watched her interacting with his
team as if they had all been friends for years. He’d even learned a few things
about his people he didn’t know. She was a skilled interrogator. If she’d
worked for the government, not one spy would be able to keep a secret from her.
She didn’t even have to use force. She just smiled