Sweet Revenge by Christy Reece Page B

I’d been given. My sister, the one person I’d thought I’d never see again, was returned to me. And not only that, I got to see what a remarkable person she is. McKenna went through so much more than I did, but instead of allowing it to destroy her, she used her pain as an impetus to help others.
    “Having McKenna to talk with was a blessing. She knew exactly what I was feeling. Then, when I went through counseling, getting everything out in the open—all of my pain, fear, anger, resentment—was a tremendous help.” She shrugged helplessly, realizing she’d basically been rambling. “Does any of that make sense?”
    He gave a quick nod in acknowledgment of her question and, as if she hadn’t just bared her soul, continued his interrogation: “What else did you hear while you were there?”
    She blew out a sigh, suddenly exhausted. “He talked to his wife on a daily basis. Actually seems to be a very devoted family man. Once I heard him defending his son … saying that she shouldn’t worry … that Lance was a perfectly normal young man.” Something Jamie knew wasn’t true.
    “And he gave no indication of where his family lived?”
    “No. I never heard him discuss any kind of location. All I remember is that once I heard him talking to Armando. I think a customer wanted some information about one of their purchases. Reddington said that the man would have to wait until he went to his family’s home to get that information, since that’s where all his sales records were kept.”
    His stare was harder and more direct than she’d ever seen it. She knew what he was trying to do. He thought she was hiding valuable information. She wasn’t … not really. The only information she hadn’t shared wouldn’t be helpful to LCR at all. The organization could do nothing with it. For Jamie, it was the most important piece of knowledge she had on Reddington. Information that was not only going to get her into the man’s private life but give her access to his secrets.
    When Jamie was through with him, Stanford Reddington would never see freedom again. She’d love to have that punishment extended to his perverted excuse for a son, but when she’d decided upon this course of action, she had known that might not be possible. However, she would take what she could get, and that would have to be enough.
    Either Jamie was getting better at lying or she really didn’t have more information to share.
    Dylan stood on the porch, waiting. Jamie was changing into warmer clothes so they could go over the obstacle course once more before she tried it out tomorrow.
    Her answers to his blunt questions had been clear-cut and direct. He’d seen no deception or hesitancy. Could McCall be wrong? No, he didn’t think so. Jamie might not be withholding vital information, but it was clear she thought she had a way inside to Reddington. That was the information she was hiding. And that was the information he needed to get. It might not help them get to Reddington, but knowing her plan would give him an opportunity to make her realize how dangerous and ridiculous it would be for her to try to infiltrate the man’s organization.
    Learning to kick the shit out of someone did not qualify a person to go undercover.
    “Okay, I’m ready.”
    Dylan turned and had to work like hell to keep from smiling. Covered from head to foot, she looked like she’d barely be able to breathe, much less move. The only visible parts of her body were her eyes and the tip of her nose. Everything else was covered in layers.
    “We’re not in subzero temps, you know.”
    “Yesterday I almost froze, and I was only outside for a few minutes. I figured if we’re going to be walking a distance, I needed to stay warm.”
    “Warm, yes. Smothered, no.”
    Before she could respond, Dylan reached out and began to unwrap the scarf around her head and neck. As he worked to uncover her, an unexpected surge of arousal hit him hard. The thought of being able to