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)
"So, what's going on with you and Morgan?"
I keep my hands moving over the keyboard, eyes locked on the screen as information flashes in front of me.
"What do you mean?"
He's silent, but I'm not new to this game. These guys think they can approach me the same way they would a mark, and I've been doing this too long to give in.
He chuckles when I refuse to look in his direction.
"The two of you are spending a lot of time together."
"Maybe she's bored," I offer, eyes still glued to my system. "Her friend is always locked away in her bedroom."
"Touché," he says with humor in his tone.
"Is there a line?"
I glance toward the door. Whiskey walks into the room, and he also has a piece of paper in his hand.
"No line," I say, holding out my hand so I can take his list. "I can do both at the same time."
Whiskey pulls back his list a second before I can grab it.
"I don't want mixed-up information," he mutters. "I can wait."
"Rooster doesn't mix shit up," Heathen says, coming to my defense.
Whiskey looks back at his teammate, but after a beat of silence, he offers me the list.
He takes a seat across the table from Heathen, and I know he's staying to supervise me. I don't let it bother me. The other guys had months back in New Mexico to get used to me being their IT go-to guy. Whiskey, being new, still needs to build his confidence in me, and I'm okay with it.
I open his list, noticing how different it is from Heathen's. This new list is meticulous, and there isn't one scratched-through line or error. Heathen's is a jumbled mess of letters and numbers, and I have to smile at the differences between the two.
"So, what's up with you and that Morgan chick?" Whiskey asks, glaring at Heathen when the man bursts out with loud laughter. "Inside joke or something?"
His tone is filled with annoyance.
"No inside joke," I offer. "Heathen is a man-child."
The laughter dies down, but not any sooner than Heathen wants it to. "I just asked him the same thing is all."
"There's nothing going on," I offer as I continue to work.
"You were bricked up when you got out of the hot tub the other night," Heathen says, and I turn my eyes to glare at him.
"There's nothing going on, and you were getting hard around her?" Whiskey asks, a look of disgust on his face. "That's kind of fucking pervy, don't you think?"
"He's not a pervert," Heathen declares.
"You're the one who just disclosed the way my body reacts to her. Don't defend me in the next breath," I grumble before turning my attention back to Whiskey. "We're talking, I guess. I find her very attractive."
"She's hot as hell," Whiskey adds without hesitation.
I should probably warn him off, but I don't own any part of Morgan. She's a free agent and can do whatever she pleases. I'm not setting her up to see if she'd go after the guy, but if she can't stay focused on one guy at a time, then I think that may be something I should know.
"Easy," Heathen says, coming to the defense of his wife's best friend. "She's not a toy."
Whiskey watches the man as if assessing why he'd even care, and it makes me wonder if a fight is going to break out. Whiskey has been the only one not fully on board with the effort we’re putting into keeping Morgan safe. I know that if he doesn't come around to the idea fully, it's bound to cause some problems within the group.
"I don't have time for games," he says, his tone even despite his choice of words. "Plus, I don't shit where I eat."
Well, that's a graphic way to describe it. At the same time, it also makes me think about what I'm doing, leaving me wondering if it's the best idea. Twisted was, at a minimum, attracted to Morgan, and starting something with her to see where it would go might also cause friction in the group.
"Anything going on this weekend?" Heathen asks instead of engaging Whiskey any further.
"Kincaid, a couple of the guys, and their spouses are coming in later this afternoon," I say as I turn my attention back to my system.
The sooner I get through these lists, the sooner I can go find Morgan.
Despite knowing I should really think about taking things further with her, I also know there's no resisting the woman. I'm not the type of man to waste energy.
Chapter 21
Morgan
My time with Kaylee lasted as long as Ellis was in the conference room with Robert. We sat and chatted in the living room, and the second he stepped out, she excused herself and followed him up the stairs.
I'm not exactly bitter about it. I know I can't spend every single second here with her, but I also couldn't do what I wanted because Whiskey was still in the conference room.