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)
"You got a real hard-on for her, huh?" Whiskey asks, and I swear the guy is stirring the damn pot just to see how long it's going to take to bubble over.
"That's... are we done here?" Twisted asks as he stands.
Bandera looks around the room before dipping his head. Twisted is gone a second later, leaving the conference room door wide open.
"I really thought this job was going to be boring," Whiskey says as he stands and leaves.
"He's going to be trouble," Heathen mutters.
"Which one?" Bandera asks his question, reflecting my own thoughts.
Heathen doesn't answer because we all know there may be problems with both guys.
My eyes follow Bandera toward the door and I notice a hint of movement off to the left of the open door, but I don't have to wonder what it is for too long before Morgan steps into the doorway.
Her eyes immediately seek mine, sending a wave of awareness through my body. I can easily see myself growing addicted to the way she searches a room for me.
My smile widens when hers spreads across her face.
"The guys will be ready to take you back to your house in about half an hour," Bandera tells her before leaving the room.
She stands just inside the threshold as if she's nervous to enter.
"Is it okay if I come in?"
"Of course," I say, giving my computer screens a quick glance to make sure there isn't anything on them that she shouldn't see.
She's a friend of Kaylee’s, and as welcome as she is here, there's certain stuff we're working on that she has no business knowing.
"So you know I'm going back to work tomorrow," she says as she draws closer.
"I do."
"And what's your opinion on it?"
I watch her eyes, knowing I'm not the type of person to change my thoughts based on who is standing in front of me, even if it means they will change their opinion about me.
"I think Bandera is going to be outside your office to make sure you're as safe as he can make you."
"Do you normally avoid questions?" she asks teasingly.
"I'm not avoid—"
"I asked how you felt about me going back to work," she clarifies.
I tilt my head and pull in a deep breath.
"I think that you have every right to dictate what happens in your life, and although we can keep you safe here, we're not going to hold you hostage for your own good."
"That's... closer to an opinion," she says. "What else?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous. Henry is sneaky, and it's hard to predict what his next play will be."
"I don't think I can live a secluded life forever," she says.
"I understand," I tell her with complete honesty. "Someone will be outside."
"Will you ever be the one waiting for me to get off work?"
I give her a weak smile. A part of me wishes I could do that, but I also know that if anything happens, I'm the last person she needs there. I don't have the same skill set as the others, and I'd only be a hindrance which would put her in more danger.
"I'm always here," I say, patting the computer desk. "But, full disclosure, I'll still be able to keep an eye on you."
I hit a few keys on the keyboard, pulling up the cameras inside her office building.
She blinks at the screen, but instead of her lips turning down in a frown, I see a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"That's my desk," she says, pointing to one screen.
"Do you like your job?"
She shrugs. "It pays the bills, but you work on a computer all day. You have to know how boring it can be."
"My work is a little different. I can't imagine staring at numbers all day. I think my eyes would cross."
She laughs, and the sound runs down my spine in the best possible way.
"I think I'll need bifocals before I turn forty."
"Morgan?"
We both turn our attention to the door.
I can tell Twisted is doing his best not to have any sort of reaction to how close we are to each other, but there's still a slight tick in the corner of his right eye.
"We're ready when you are," he says, giving her a soft smile.
"TBC?" she asks.
"See you later," I promise, my eyes going back to my screen so I don't get busted staring at her ass as she leaves the room. I pull up the cameras in the house and follow them out into the waiting SUV and then have the cameras on her front porch pulled up before the gate here closes.
Some might call it creepy. I convince myself I'm just being thorough.
Chapter 11
Morgan
I didn't know how I imagined I would feel when I got back to my house, but I didn't think I'd be reluctant to even get out of the SUV.