Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Bandera watches as I wave my hand over my computer system.
"Hell, he could probably shut Cerberus down from the inside out."
"Really?"
"I'm not just saying that because he's beat me at every turn in life. I'm not giving him a god-like status other than for the fact that he deserves one. Henry is the most diabolical hacker on the earth right now. There are teams of people who can't do what he does on a random Tuesday just for fun."
"Sucks that he's on the bad side," Bandera mutters. "What stops him from doing exactly that?"
"None of this is fun for him if he can't watch me scramble to try and catch him. I bet he's tracking keystrokes, and if I get close, he'll move his marker a couple more plays forward. Henry won't be caught unless Henry wants to be caught. Even if he is, and we think that he's going to be held accountable for what he's done, then that'll be part of his game as well."
"Fuck," Bandera mutters as he sweeps a hand down his face.
"Yeah," I quickly agree. "Fuck."
Chapter 7
Morgan
"I'm surprised to see you in here," I say, doing my best to hide the irritation I've been feeling.
I know I'm here where Kaylee lives with Ellis because I was in danger. I also know that I've never owned every single second of her time. We're spending more time together now than we ever have, simply because of proximity, but it hasn't kept me from feeling all out of sorts.
Staying at any place other than your own home comes with its own issues. I don't have the same comfort level I'd have if I were surrounded by all my own things.
I feel weird walking into the kitchen to find something to eat because I didn't pay for nor did I select the food.
My home didn't have cameras on the inside, but this place has one in nearly every corner in the common areas. I don't feel upset that they're there, but I do feel like I have to perform in some other way than I normally would.
Like right now, as I walk on the treadmill, I seriously need to pull a wedgie out of my ass, but I can't because someone might see.
And by someone, I mean Robert. He's the man behind the computer equipment, so he'd be the one with immediate access to what the camera catches me doing.
"I've been a bad friend," Kaylee says as she places her water bottle into the cup holder on the machine beside me.
"No," I say, feeling like an asshole for even bringing it up. "I just figured you'd be getting enough exercise with that hot-as-sin husband of yours."
Her cheeks pink as she steps on the machine and presses a few buttons to program her workout.
"Sex is good?" I prod, trying to take the negative energy out of the room.
The way she chews her lip and pretends like she didn't hear me makes me smile.
"That good?" I ask, even though she didn't give me a verbal answer.
"Does he have a brother?" I joke. My mind instantly wanders to a different set of brothers I have no business thinking about.
"He has a sister," she says, choosing to respond to this question although she ignored the other ones.
"Is she hot?" I tease, smiling when she does.
"I haven't met Eleanor yet."
"Does she even know about you?" I ask. This information is throwing up a huge red flag for me.
She turns her head to face me, arms going out to keep her steady on her treadmill. "She does. We've talked a couple of times on the phone. But don't forget, as much as I love Ellis, this is still a very new relationship."
"So he's not trying to hide you?"
"Morgan," she groans. "He's not a bad guy. Why are you trying to find something wrong with him?"
"There's something wrong with every person with a cock hanging between their legs," I remind her. "He has to have faults, Kaylee, even if you think he's perfect."
"I don't think he's perfect," she argues. "I think he's perfect for me."
I make a gagging noise, but I smile when she glares at me.
"I'm happy you're happy," I say, reaching over and covering her hand with my own. "I'm also glad Ellis got off of you long enough that I could see you."
She pulls her hand back and smacks my arm with it.
"We need to have a bachelorette party."
Her head immediately shakes. "I'm already married. There's no point in that."
"There's always a point for strippers and drinks," I argue.
Her laughter washes over me, making me smile as well, but I know Kaylee enough to know she has no real interest in what I've suggested.
"You're crazy," she says when she stops giggling.
I know the woman has been doing all sorts of acrobatics with that sexy husband of hers, but it thrills the hell out of me that even mentioning strippers makes her cheeks flame red.