Neither missed the smirk on Pete’s face as he opened the back door of the waiting Mercedes. “Good morning, Pete,” Kerry said sweetly as she slid into the backseat. He raised his eyebrows and gave a knowing look to Dante. “So, whatever happened to our motto about not getting involved with the client?” he whispered quietly. Dante turned to him, intending to remind him of his place as the employee, but the teasing grin on Pete’s amused face diffused any irritation he felt. He opened his mouth, but no witty response came quickly enough. Pete raised his hands in defeat and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, you’re the boss.” Dante cleared his throat and slipped on his aviators. “I won’t argue with you there.” Pete chuckled softly and shut the car door after him. “Man, oh man, it’s good to be the boss,” he murmured with a smile. As they drove out to the old house, Dante watched the scenery fly by, and his mind went over the possibilities. He couldn’t get that vicious message out of his mind.
