Agent E2: Aidan (Superhero Romance) (The D.I.R.E. Agency) Read Free

Cassandra Naylor. With a spitfire like that, things were bound to get intense in bed.
    “Speaking of Cassandra Naylor…”
    Mitchell gave him a raised brow. “Were we?”
    Tristan and Robinson grinned as he replaced the Tesla coil in Tristan’s armband.
    Aidan glared at them. “We have Dar’s belongings, right?”
    Mitchell nodded. “We’ve gone through his phone. He doesn’t save his calls or text messages.”
    “Why don’t we send her a text from his phone asking her to meet him somewhere?”
    “The trick would be sounding like him,” Tristan said. “If she thought someone else had his phone, all bets would be off.” He looked down at the open compartment on his armband. “I’m sure she’s already suspicious that he hasn’t contacted her.”
    Sighing, Aidan let all four chair legs hit the floor. “I majored in asshole in high school. Where’s that phone, Mitchell?”
    Tristan smiled at him. “I thought that was a natural talent.”
    Aidan pressed the power button on the smartphone. “For a quiet man, you sure have been zinging out one-liners since you got engaged.”
    Tristan raised his brows. “Intense situations, remember?”
    Aidan lowered the phone to glare at Tristan. “I swear, Jacobs…”
    “Bring it, man.” Tristan watched Robinson work. “It would take you and every army on earth to keep me away from Rachel.”
    Aidan couldn’t find fault in Tristan, knowing how much he loved her. The fact that he worked for D.I.R.E. gnawed at his gut, but considering who her father was, Aidan felt comfortable knowing Tristan would be around to look after her.
    Mitchell came to study Robinson’s work. “Tristan, I take it Rachel’s finally resting?”
    Tristan nodded. “Yeah, she finally accepted a sleeping pill from one of the doctors. She’s sleeping in the room next door. I offered to take her home for a while, but she knew I needed to stay close by.”
    Pressing the voice-texting app, Aidan held up Dar’s phone to his mouth. “Meet me at Willie’s Bar at two o’clock. Alone.”
    Aidan stared at the phone, waiting for a response. When none came after three minutes, he stared at Mitchell, then Tristan. “She’s suspicious.”
    Mitchell crossed his arms over his chest. “If she’s smart, she would be.”
    Ding. Call me .
    Aidan spoke into the phone. “I can’t. Not safe.”
    Mitchell and Tristan stared at him.
    Ding. Wear the shirt I bought you for your birthday.
    Aidan winced.
    Tristan hopped down from the bed. “What did she say?”
    “Wear the shirt I bought you for your birthday.”
    Mitchell gave a cocked brow. “She’s definitely Robert’s daughter.”
    Aidan held up the phone to his mouth again. “I didn’t bring it.”
    “Okay, Tristan,” Robinson said, “I want you to cloak and teleport separately.”
    While Tristan tested his powers, Aidan waited for Cassandra to respond. What if the shirt was one of Dar’s favorites? What if she didn’t even buy him a shirt for his birthday?
    Dammit. This was a bad idea.
    Ding. C u there. Luv u .
    Aidan pulled back his head. Luv u? For some reason, he never pictured the Naylor family using that word. Didn’t they walk around with loaded guns and cigarettes hanging out of their mouths, like in the movies?
    Her use of those words made Aidan see Cassandra Naylor in a different light. She was a woman that loved her brother. Just like Rachel loved him. Hell, she was Rachel’s sister . They had to be alike to some extent.
    He shook his head as if to clear it. Hell, what was he saying? She was an experienced agent. Had been sired by the Robert Naylor, for gripes sake.
    The Naylors were the enemy.
    Aidan needed to keep her on that side of the line.
     

Chapter 2
     
    Aidan sat in the shadows of the windowless, neighborhood bar, half hidden behind the old jukebox and big John Walters sitting across the table. A country song about a sexy tractor played low in the background, the usual, elderly retirees scattered around him, talking sports