Phoebe stared at Jake like a deer caught in the headlights. He knew she was there and watching him. Dang. He was good. Too good.
“Let me help you,” he was saying. Willing her with his eyes to listen and respond.
Damn it, she wanted to, more than she wanted to destroy Peter Harding. She stared at him, unable and unwilling to look away until the busy tech cut her connection with the room. She sat back with a sigh, reaching out to cut her uplink. They were bound to look for it next. It wouldn’t be easy, because Ollie did good work, but they would find it and attempt to track it back to them. That would take them on a trip around the world, but they say travel is broadening. She would have grinned but for the feeling Jake was still watching her.
Let me help you.
This was pathetic. She’d no
