“Feds? As in… FBI?”
He nodded. “The Boston field office is sending an agent. It’s going to be all hands on deck around here. I’ve reached out to Gravewatch, as well. They’re the best in the business when it comes to monitoring surveillance and chasing clues. Plus, they can move in spaces I can’t while wearing a badge. Knock down doors I’d need a warrant to even glance at. Question suspects with methods they don’t teach in the academy.”
I felt my face pale. “That’s what Graham does for a living?”
“Graham does all sorts of things,” he said, not quite answering my question. “Each of his boys has a different area of expertise, so to speak. Keir is a fucking ghost, can blend in any scenario and track a lead colder than Siberia. Makes him a lethal asset when it comes to chasing bond-skips. Welles is skilled in intel extraction. Sawyer is an ace at surveillance — wiring it, monitoring it, you name it.”
“And the twins?”
“Far as I can tell, Holden and Hunter are good at just about everything.”
I could feel my eyes bugging out of my head at this bevy of information. I managed — with brute force — to shove my rampant curiosity back down. There were far more pressing matters at hand than the men of Gravewatch and their myriad talents.
Cade’s eyes slid back to my face. “Not sure when I’ll see you next. Not sure when I’ll be able to get home to Socks, either.”
“I can go back to your place once Gigi is done here to check in on him. And, um, to feed him. And make sure he gets a morning walk.” My cheeks flamed more and more as the words tumbled out. “Unless you have someone else you want to call. I know you have help…”
In fact, I’d met his neighborhood dog-walker, Jamie, only hours before when she came to the door with her kids to trick-or-treat. She watched Socks whenever he pulled a double shift.
Shit.
What was I thinking?
He didn’t need me.
I swallowed hard. “Forget it, I wasn’t thinking?—”
“Imogen.”
“Y-yes?”
“Keep thinking like you’re thinking, beautiful.” His forehead hit mine. His voice went low. “I like that you want to check in on my puppy. He’ll like it too — way more than Jamie. I promise.”
My cheeks were probably beet red, by this point. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. We Hightower men — big fans of Imogen Warner.”
Fuck, that was nice.
“Oh. Okay,” I said like it was no big deal, even though my stomach was doing double back handsprings. “No problem. I can check on him. Whatever.”
Cade grinned, totally seeing through my attempt at nonchalance. “Glad to hear it, Goldie.”
“I hope you don’t mind I… um… borrowed the key on his leash when I left.”
“Why would I mind? I’m the one who told you to take the key.”
“Right, if I took the dog out to pee,” I said. “Not for?—”
His brows went up. “Not for what?”
“I just didn’t want you to think I was confiscating it or something.”
A glimmer of humor moved through his face. “Fuck, you’re cute.”
Cute?
Cute?!