"I hate you."

"Keep telling yourself that, darling." He pulls me close and kisses me softly. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm not buying what you're selling."

My lips move under his, returning his sweet kiss, and I try to muster up some kind of protest. Funnily enough, as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I can't think of a single thing to say to contradict his words.

A half hour later, we walk into a brightly lit brick building in the Seaport district, where Knox Investigations headquarters are located. Nate, Luca, and two other badass-looking dudes I recognize from Phoebe's Christmas party all look up when we enter.

"Long time no see," Luca jokes, coming forward to ruffle my hair. "You miss me already, babe?"

I punch him in the arm with my free hand. "Shockingly, this visit has nothing to do with you."

"Did you bring the files?" Nate asks, approaching with a serious expression on his face.

I nod and glance around. "Is there a computer I can use?"

"Here." A tall, gorgeous guy with dark hair, caramel skin, and stunning green eyes stands and offers me his desk. "Use this one."

"Thanks..." I trail off questioningly.

"Theo," he says, grinning in a way that probably makes panties all over the Boston area burst into flames.

"Zoe," I return, dropping Parker's hand as I move toward the empty chair.

My eyes lock on the towering blond man with bulging muscles and a crew cut leaning against a nearby desk.

"Owen," he offers, narrowing his eyes at me. "Gotta admit, I pictured you taller."

I glance at Nate. "I see my reputation proceeds me."

His eyes crinkle in a smile that doesn't touch his mouth. "Just show us what you found."

I sigh and settle into the chair, plugging in the drive and pulling up the documents as fast as possible. Parker, Luca, Nate, Theo, and Owen all line up behind me. It's only slightly intimidating to have five mammoth men hovering, their eyes watching my every keystroke.

"You're hovering," I murmur at them as my fingers fly over the keyboard.

None of them moves so much as a muscle. Damn macho men.

I do my best to ignore them as I pull up the files.

"Look. See here?" I point at the screen. "Almost every employee has a clean bill of health. Not just clean, actually - perfect. Not even a case of the sniffles, among ten thousand employees. The files are almost identical. As though someone just changed the names but copy and pasted the rest."

Nate leans closer. "What do we know about the doctor?"

I shake my head. "As far as I can tell, Dr. Charles Birkin isn't even a licensed physician. Not anymore." I hit a few keys and pull up another document. "I found an old court case from ten years ago - he was disbarred from practicing medicine for fabricating lab results during a clinical trial."

"Sounds like a real standup guy," Parker mutters.

"I haven't even told you about his arrest for writing himself dozens of unauthorized prescriptions for morphine and Vicodin." I sigh. "Wouldn't have been difficult for Lancaster to convince this guy to pose as his company doctor."

"Lancaster needed someone with enough medical experience to convince his employees they were being cared for," Nate mutters. "Someone who could play the part."

"Someone who wouldn't have any qualms about telling people they were healthy when, in fact, the opposite is true." Luca's voice is dark. "I paid a visit to a few former Lancaster Consolidated employees. Of the six houses I stopped at this afternoon, two of them have family members with lung cancer. Another was just diagnosed with an auto-immune disorder - she's spending her holiday at the hospital, in the ICU."

"So, what's next?" I ask, spinning my chair to look up at Nate. "We find the doctor, lean on him a little, get him to confess?"

Nate's mouth twitches. "This isn't a Jason Bourne movie."

"Well, excuse me for wanting to put an end to this." I rise to my feet and cross my arms over my chest. "What's your grand plan?"

"I make a call." Nate reaches into his pocket, pulls out his cellphone, and walks away without any further explanation.

I glance at Parker. "Is he always like that?"

"Since he was eight." He grins. "Believe it or not, Phoebe's had a calming effect on him. If anything, this is him being chill."

"That's somewhat terrifying." I glance at Luca, Owen, and Theo. "Any idea who he's calling?"

The three of them shake their heads in unison.

I sigh and turn back to the computer. My angst is short-lived - a few minutes after Nate makes his mysterious call, the front door to the offices swings wide and a man in an ill-fitting suit steps inside, his black hair disheveled and in desperate need of a cut, falling over piercing blue eyes that sweep the room, taking everything in. He's got a coffee stain on his tie, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and a pissed off attitude to rival Nate's. There's something in the way he carries himself that screams law enforcement.

"This is Conor Gallagher," Nate announces, gesturing to the man. "He's with the Boston Bureau."

Fuck. Nate called the Feds.

The same Feds who would like nothing more than to arrest "Clover," the hacker who's infiltrated their networks on more than one occasion during the past two years and who they rightly suspect is responsible for taking down at least four corrupt companies in the Boston area by emptying out the CEOs' private accounts in the Cayman Islands.

Whoops.

Why do I have a feeling this isn't going to end well for me?

17.

The Lighthouse

"Nate," I hiss under my breath. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

He ignores me.

I fight the urge to hide beneath the desk as the FBI agent walks a little further inside, stopping a handful of feet from me with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"This better be fucking good, Knox." He glances from me to the screen to Nate, taking in every detail. "It's Christmas Eve."

"Gallagher, we all know you have nothing better to do," Nate fires back at him. "I'm the only person you know in this city who doesn't work for the Bureau. Who else would you be spending the night with?"

The man smirks. "I'd rather be home alone than here with you, doing you yet another favor."

"Pretty sure we're square up on favors, after I helped you nab the MacDonough gang." Nate's eyes narrow. "That scored you a pretty sweet promotion, if I recall correctly."

The agent runs a hand through his too-long hair. "Just tell me why I'm here."

Nate gestures at me. "This is Zoe Bloom. She has some information we thought you might be interested in."

The agent's sharp blue eyes move to me. I try not to shiver under the frost in their depths.

"Zoe Bloom," Conor says, stepping toward me, his eyes narrowing. "Why do I know that name?"

I shift from foot to foot, feeling nervous, and Parker edges slightly in front of me. Luca moves to my other side in a show of force. Their message is clear.

Do not fuck with our girl.

At least they aren't at each other's throats, anymore.

Ignoring the pointed question, I look at Nate. "You sure we can trust this guy?"

Nate nods.

Conor's eyebrows lift. "Pretty paranoid, considering we've barely been introduced."

I glance back at him. "Yeah, well, FBI agents aren't generally at the top of my list of favorite people."

Conor's stony gaze never shifts. "Funny. Criminals aren't usually at the top of mine."

"Watch it," Parker growls.

Conor's eyes move to him. "Parker West. Surprised to see you here." His eyes move to Luca. "And Blaze Buchanan." He glances back at Nate. "Crack team you've gathered here, Knox. A CEO, an underground fighting champ, and a brash pixie with authority issues."

I cross my arms over my chest and step toward him, getting up in his face.

Well, if I were taller I'd be in his face. As it is, I'm more in the general vicinity of his chin.

"Listen, we don't need your assistance, so if you're going to be an asshole, why don't you just leave? It's clear you don't want to be here and, anyway, I highly doubt you can help."

Conor's lips twitch, just the tiniest bit - a chink in that icy, impenetrable armor he's shrouded himself with. "If I promise not to be an asshole, will you show me whatever's got you so riled up?"

I glance at Nate again - he gives me a slow nod and, I can't help but notice, he's grinning at me like I'm the funniest thing he's seen in a while.

Idiot.

"Fine," I grumble. "Though I still don't understand why we have to involve the damn Feds."

Conor follows me to the computer. "Are you always this unpleasant?"

"Said the corporate government drone," I retort.

"Zoe," Luca warns in a disapproving tone. "Don't push it."

"Whatever," I mutter, pulling up the vital documents so I can lead Agent Gallagher through our investigation from the beginning. When I meet his eyes, I'm pleased to see he's taking this seriously - there's not an ounce of humor in the depths of his gaze.

I clear my throat. "What do you know about Robert Lancaster?"

It takes a while to tell him everything, from how I hacked the LC network to the files I found to the trip to the Lynn factory to our discovery of the healthcare cover-up with the fired employees. He doesn't ask me a zillion questions - he just listens in that intent way of his, occasionally jotting down some pertinent piece of information in a small notebook. When I finally finish showing him the documents on the LC server and fall silent, he takes a seat in the desk chair beside me with a heavy sigh.

"Well... fuck me." He runs a hand through his hair. "That's not what I expected."

"Can you help us get him, or not?" I ask.

For the first time, Conor cracks a smile. "Oh, we'll get the fucker. Don't worry about that."

My lips curl into a tiny grin and some of the anxiety in my stomach dissipates. Surely he's not going to toss me in jail for hacking after he's agreed to help.

Parker, Nate, and the rest of the boys are over by the surveillance computers, monitoring the tails they placed on Lancaster, Linus, and Birkin this morning. I push back my chair, fully intending to go join them, when I feel Conor's strong hand clamp down on my forearm. The force of his grip halts me in my tracks.

"It's strange," he says conversationally. "I thought when we finally met, it would be under different circumstances. You know - me on one side of an interrogation room and you shackled to a stainless steel table... Clover."

I tug my arm away and glare at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."