Brandon’s heavy stomps stop. “You were discovered by Regan?”
My jaw tightens from the worry in his tone. He doesn’t need to worry about Regan. That’s my job.
Pushing my idiotic neurosis to the side, I reveal, “Regan just happened to be visiting the building directly across from HQ. The same building our office windows face.”
I swear I can hear Brandon’s brain ticking as he works through the facts. “You weren’t scheduled yesterday.”
A hum vibrates my lips as I nod. “I wasn’t due on deck until this morning.”
“So the assailant had no idea you’d be where you were at the time of the assault?”
“Uh-huh,” I groan as the tick in my jaw ramps up.
“So he wasn’t there for you. He was there for. . .”
“Regan,” we say at the same time, my voice filled with more anguish than Brandon’s.
“He had dainty hands, was a few inches shorter than me, and has sandy blond hair. The fucker we let slip the net Friday night is still free and capable of stalking Regan Monday afternoon. We fucked up.”
“We did,” Brandon agrees, “but I’m more interested in discovering why Theresa didn’t report the incident last night. I was on call. Your contact is the first I’ve had from a member of our team the past twelve hours.”
I take a few moments to contemplate before spitting out, “IA?”
“Huh?” Brandon’s voice is so loud I wouldn’t be surprised to discover Regan heard it in the shower.
After moving onto the balcony attached to our room, I murmur, “Theresa may be keeping things in house as she’s worried about IA. It’s the only plausible excuse I can find. With my shit and Regan’s shit intermingling, we’ve got a lot of shit going on. Shit Theresa doesn’t want internal affairs becoming aware of.”
Brandon pauses again. It isn’t long, but it is extremely revealing. He wasn’t aware of my relationship with Regan. Although stunned, I’m not wholly shocked. This is the exact reason he’s been left in the dark. Theresa has trust issues, and Brandon is new to our team. He’s not privy to half the shit she does every day, much less all of it.
“You and Regan?” Brandon doesn’t say any more, although I can tell he wants to.
I lick my dry lips. “It’s complicated and not something I have time to discuss right now.” There’s even less time after I hear the shower faucet switch off.
“Alright.” I purse my lips, shocked at how quickly Brandon gives in. “How shall I contact you if I get any results?”
He sounds skeptical, but I pretend he doesn’t. “Use this number. I’ll be out of the office for a few days.”
Pen scratching paper sounds down the line at the same time Brandon’s breathing weakens. He must be jotting down Regan’s phone number.
His deep exhalations return when I say, “And Brandon?”
“Yeah.”
I don’t know him very well, but I must trust him when I request, “Keep this conversation between us.”
Usually, I follow procedures to the letter, but there is a niggle in my gut warning me to remain vigilant. Regan’s attacker could have assaulted me and left, but he removed me from the premises. That has my suspicion piqued. He wants Regan, but she isn’t the only target on his wish list.
After Brandon agrees to keep things on the downlow, I disconnect our call and head back inside. My timing is better than a perfectly laid out skit when Regan walks into the main area of our room two seconds later.
I do a double take when my scan of her body reaches the luscious curves of her thighs. She’s not wearing any pants. She’s wearing nothing but my short-sleeve shirt and a smirk sultry enough to buckle the knees of the world’s strongest man.
With her eyes on me and her lip caught between her teeth, she murmurs, “It’s lucky a majority of my work is done from home. Imagine the coronary my boss would have if I turned up to work like this?”
I grumble under my breath that a coronary will be too easy a death for him if heeversees her like that.
I thought I said my sneer softly enough it was only audible to my ears, but the streak of lust blazing through Regan’s eyes weakens my hypothesis. “A marathon romp with a record-breaking number of orgasms and you’re still playing the jealousy card. God—I’d kick up a stink if it didn’t make my insides quiver.”
If my cock wasn’t already standing to attention from her comment, it has no chance of staying down when she shoves me onto the mattress before straddling my lap. I growl. Pants aren’t the only piece of clothing she is missing. She’s also not wearing any panties.
