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There’s already a message on my phone from him.
I know you’re unsure about us, but we’ll get through this. Please don’t do anything rash.
What is he talking about? I read it again, just to be sure I’m not missing anything. His message makes no sense.
As I start to type out a reply, the doorknob rattles.
“Vivian? Can we talk tomorrow? I’m tired.” She’s not one to come to my room usually, but who else could it be?
The doorknob jiggles again. This time, there’s a popping sound.
I leave my phone on the bed, my bare feet padding across the lush carpeting of my room makes no sound as I make my way to the door.
“Vivian?” I stop two steps short.
The door bursts open.
I scream, stumbling backward until I hit my bed and fall across it. I manage to find my footing just as a large figure towers over me.
“Sorry, sweetheart, not Vivian.”
CHAPTER 2
Lucas
“Are you going to install the new system for the Crowley and Company warehouse?” Seth barks his question at Dylan when he walks into the common room.
Dylan, still sporting his backpack and carrying two cases at his sides, tilts his head. “No, Seth. I have all this shit with me because I’m going on vacation,” he deadpans, shaking his head.
“Don’t be a smartass,” Seth grumbles.
“Why don’t you get off his ass?” I clap my hand on Seth’s shoulder. Seth’s in charge of job distributions. He’s always barking orders, but he’s been in a worse mood than usual the past two days.
“Or in it.” Carter chuckles, passing by us with his own bags of equipment to put at the front door, before getting more supplies.
“Fuck off.” Seth shoots Carter a glare that would make most men piss themselves. Carter just laughs it off and heads to one of the storage rooms while covering a yawn with his fist.
“What’s gotten into you?” I ask Seth.
“Nothing.” He moves to the island that separates the kitchen from the living area of the warehouse. The first floor is mostly storage rooms and office space except for the central kitchen/living area. All of our bedrooms are upstairs on the second floor that looks down at the first floor. We were able to get the industrial space at a deal we couldn’t pass up.
“Bullshit.” I press my hands onto the countertop and lean toward him as he opens the fridge.
“We’ll talk when everyone’s down here.” He lays two cartons of eggs on the counter along with a few bell peppers and grabs a knife from the block beside the stove.
A heavy sneeze announces Oliver before we see him.
“Fuck!” he yells as he comes through the back door.
“You good?” I ask, noticing the redness of his nose.
“Yeah.” He nods, taking a puff off his inhaler. “The chick I was with last night has six cats. Six!” he exclaims, shoving the device back in his pocket.
“You stayed at her place?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. His allergies have gotten worse ever since we’ve been home. He needs a full battery of testing to check if it’s more than just from cats and dogs now but getting him to a doctor is damn near impossible. At least in the military, he could be forced to the medical unit for testing.
My field medicine kit saves our asses plenty, but he needs a board-certified allergist.
“Well, I wasn’t gonna fuck her here.” He shoots a toothy grin and plucks a red pepper strip from Seth’s cutting board. Seth gives him a hard look and keeps cutting.
