“I got a lead!” James yelled from the hallway around noon. “The bastard’s in Raleigh.”

“Conference room,” Thomas said as he walked by my office.

I grabbed my laptop and followed him down the hallway along with the other guys so we could figure out what to do from here.

“Want me to head up?” I asked, sitting down at the table.

“Not yet,” he replied.

Once everyone was inside, James asked. “Who do we know in Raleigh?”

“I have a buddy who used to be in the FBI there. I can call him,” Sam said quickly.

“Do that. Get eyes on him and verify that it’s Johnny. If it is, have them keep him under surveillance until we can get there,” James told him, rubbing his chin with one finger before Sam pulled out his phone and sent a text.

“I’ll head up,” I said again. There was no point in waiting for confirmation. “Raleigh’s only nine hours away.”

Thomas shook his head. “I don’t want to waste the manpower if it’s not him.”

I grumbled. “You’re the boss,” I bit out through gritted teeth. Sometimes working for someone else left a sour taste in my mouth. The guys at ALFA had their shit together though and made the right call.

Thomas leaned back in his chair and rocked back and forth. “If it’s him, we’ll be there within hours by plane. We won’t let him slip from our sights. Do you agree, Morgan?”

Morgan rubbed his hands together and thought a moment. “Yeah. Get eyes on him first, and then we’ll handle him. I don’t want to chase after a ghost.”

“It’s him,” Sam said when his phone started to ring. “I’ll be back in a few.”

Angel cleared her throat in the doorway as Sam brushed past. “Um,” she mumbled and peered over her shoulder. “Mrs. Gallo and Ms. DeLuca are here.”

Our entire table turned with the same perplexed looks on our faces. They’d come to visit separately, but never together. There must be something wrong.

Thomas’s eyes narrowed on his wife. “Show them in, Angel.”

She smiled and glanced behind her again. “I have to warn you—”

“What’s wrong?” Morgan asked, wondering the same thing I had been thinking.

“Nothing. They just dropped by to say hi,” Angel said and giggled as she walked back toward reception.

“This oughta be good,” Frisco added after finally looking up from his laptop.

“Those two cause more trouble…” Thomas muttered.

Mrs. Gallo came into view first, smiling wildly. “Hey, guys. Just wanted to say hello.”

Thomas walked over to his mother and kissed her on the cheek. “What are you two doing today?”

All I could see of Fran were her feet. From the angle I was sitting and with Maria in the doorway, I couldn’t see any more. Maybe she regretted our dinner last night and didn’t want to see me. The thought made my heart a little heavy, although I’d never admit it to anyone.

“Holy shit, Aunt Franny,” Thomas said.

I sat a little straighter in my chair and tried to get a better glimpse without being obvious.

“Oh God, now what?” Morgan said from my side.

Maria held up her hand to stop the hysteria before it started. “We went shopping.”

“I’ll say,” Thomas said and held out his hand to his mother to move her to the side. “Looking good, Auntie.”

I craned my neck a little more and kept my ass glued to the chair because I didn’t feel like getting into a brawl with her kid. He already didn’t like that I had dinner with his mom. He’d made it very clear when I came into work today, but I told him what I always did—we’re adults and nothing happened. It wasn’t his business anyway. She may have birthed him, but she was a grown-ass adult.

When Fran stepped into view, my mouth dropped open. She had on the sexiest pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a white top that showed just the right amount of cleavage. My mouth watered at the sight. I’d only seen Fran in her tracksuits and thought she was still a stunner, but now… Now she was drop-dead gorgeous.

“Holy shit!” Morgan jumped up from his chair and almost covered her body with his. “What are you thinking, Ma?”

Maria slapped him in the back of the head, and he flinched. “Don’t make a big deal out of this. She looks wonderful.”

“Where did my mom go?” he asked while he rubbed the spot she’d just hit.

“I’m here, baby. Do I look bad?” She glanced down and swept her palm over the front of her shirt.

“Well,” he mumbled and shook his head. “No. You look different.”

“Different bad or good?” she asked, looking for validation.

“Good.”

Her eyes wandered around the room and locked on mine. For once in my life, I was speechless. Fran DeLuca had it going on. Who knew underneath that frumpy shit she had a killer body?

I sure as fuck didn’t.

I couldn’t stop my mouth from hanging open as I checked her out, letting my eyes cascade over her body and imagining the dirtiest shit that I reserved for the naughtiest women.

Frisco elbowed me in the arm. “I’d stop looking at her like that if I were you.”

I righted myself and snapped my mouth shut. Fran kept staring at me, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Let’s go to my office.” Morgan tried to usher her from the room and probably my view.

“Don’t be silly.” Fran swatted his hands away. “We wanted to say hi to everyone and see how the investigation was going.”

“Everything is good here. Nothing to see and no new information.” Morgan couldn’t be any more uncomfortable.

“We wanted to show off Fran’s new look too. I figured, where else is better than in an office full of men?” Maria smiled directly at me, and I knew instantly that I was really the target of the fashion show.

“You look great,” James said.

“Fantastic,” Frisco added.

I was at a loss for words, and I was never out of shit to say. Usually, it was some sarcastic comment, but I had nothing.

“Now’s the time to talk,” Frisco whispered. “Dumbass.”

“You look very nice,” I said, even though I wanted to say so much more, and Fran’s eyes sparkled at the compliment.

I glanced to her side and caught Morgan glaring at me. I must not have been as under the radar with my reaction as I’d thought. I squirmed in my chair—not from Morgan’s look but from the sexiness oozing off Fran DeLuca.

My cock approved.

“Well, boys,” Maria said and looked right at me, “Franny and I are off to get all sweaty playing tennis.”

I realized in that moment that Maria Gallo was a wicked woman. My head filled with images of Fran bouncing up and down, her tits following suit, and covered in a thick veil of perspiration.

“Have fun,” James said as he stood from his seat and went to give his mother-in-law a kiss on the cheek.

I couldn’t speak because I was too lost in my fantasy.

“Don’t overdo it,” Morgan told his mother. “It’s hot outside.”

She placed her hand on his chest and leaned in to kiss him, but her eyes were on me. “Don’t worry. I’m in great shape and can last for hours.”

“Fucking hell,” Morgan groaned and hugged his mother.

I swallowed my tongue and started to choke. Fran was just as rambunctious as Maria. If I was going to make it through the day, I needed to wipe all mental images of Fran running around the tennis court, grunting with each hit, and glistening in the sunlight.

Fran gave me a mischievous smile as she backed away from Morgan. “Don’t work too hard today and keep me posted about Johnny.”

“We will,” Thomas assured the ladies before they walked out of the conference room.

All I could see was Fran’s tight little ass swaying back and forth as they made their way down the hallway, following Morgan out.

It would be impossible to work today. Fran made sure of that by putting the images in my mind that would leave room for little else.

“You better get that shit under control,” Frisco said.

I turned to face him and snarled. “Mind your own business.”

“Morgan’s going to have a fit.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“If I could read your mind, I’m pretty sure it would be X-rated, brother.”

I scrubbed my hand down my face and tried to wipe the vivid images from my mind, but all I saw were her perky tits and jiggling ass.

Fuck.

I was in so much trouble.