In the apartment, Orla stared at the computer and smiled. Lorcan narrowed his eyes. “You’ve got that smile on your face.”
“What smile?”
“You smile for two reasons, lust and money. Given that we’ve just satisfied the first one, I am guessing you’re using your money smile . . . Unless you’ve turned into a rabbit and want to go for another round?”
Orla chuckled. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to wear you out. The money just came in.”
“What money?”
“I told the client that we located Ciaran LeBlanc. He deposited twenty percent of the money into our bank account.” Orla grinned.
Lorcan shrugged as if he didn’t care.
Madeline’s voice came from the speaker again. She had called Zen, and it sounded like Zen had switched on the video phone.
“Miss me?” oozed Zen’s sleazy voice.
“You don’t have to
