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“No, a bad marriage,” Rae answered. “They’re not married anymore.”
“Since when?”
I interrupted the conversation, trying to get us back on track. “Since it doesn’t fucking matter. We have work to do.”
“Really?” IRIS asked. “It’s uh…been a little dull around here, boss.”
“Dull? FNG returned and we were attacked. What about that is dull?”
IRIS looked around at the others, shrugging slightly. “Well…I didn’t get to blow anything up. That’s a slow Tuesday as far as I’m concerned.”
“Around here, we consider that a good thing.”
“Maybe for you. I’m just saying, I have to use my skills to keep them honed. What good is it to have me around if I can’t blow up?—”
I narrowed my eyes at him and he cleared his throat.
“I mean, if I can’t diffuse any bombs?”
“You blew up a building on your last job.”
“That was FNG,” IRIS said quickly. “I didn’t have anything to do with that.”
“You were there.”
“I didn’t press the button. Figuratively speaking.”
“Christ,” I muttered, rubbing the ache that was beginning to form behind my eyes.
“Boss, you okay?” Fox asked, shoving out of his chair and stalking over to me. “You look a little stressed. You know, I’ve been looking at some alternative medicine—you know, ways to heal holistically.”
“Yeah, I got that,” I snapped.
“Geez, you’re tense.”
I didn’t even have the chance to protest as he shoved me down in my chair and immediately started massaging the knots from my neck. I groaned as he hit a particularly tense spot. This was so wrong, but felt so right. I had no idea that the late nights with Benjamin were wreaking havoc on my body in this way. Fox’s fingers worked the knots at the base of my neck, moving up to my hairline where I immediately saw stars.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned. Fuck, this was the good stuff. “I had no idea you were so good with your hands.”
A throat cleared and my eyes popped open. Every single person in the room was grinning at me. “Right, um…” But Fox kept massaging, humming a soft tune as he worked. The camera app on a phone clicked, further humiliating me as if moaning indecently in front of my crew wasn’t enough. I swatted at Fox’s hands until he stepped back in shock.
“Boss, I was doing some great work. I think I might be on to something.”
“Do it on your own time,” I snapped.
“No, see, I was thinking, this could be a new approach for us,” he said excitedly, motioning for Dash to move out of his chair on my left side.
Dash shot him a scathing look, but Fox was relentless, finally shoving him out of the chair and plopping down in it. Dash tumbled to the ground, instantly jumping up and grabbing Fox by the scruff of the neck.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Hey, I’m trying to work here,” Fox argued. “Find another chair!”
“I had a chair, asshat!”
“Lock, tell him! This is a situation in which he should scooch.”
“It is not!” Dash shouted. “I was sitting there. You don’t get to move me all willy-nilly just because you want the boss’s attention!”
