Trevor
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Trevor
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Trevor
I’m going back to work assholes
15
Tobias
My phone is going nuts in my pocket. I’ve got a pretty good idea who it is, but my brothers are going to have to wait. I’m busy.
I owe Maren for messaging me to let me know what was going on. If I hadn’t already decided I was going to hire her once our contract with the temp agency is up, this would have solidified her chances of having a permanent position at MSS.
Brooke is doing one hell of a good job hiding how she’s feeling, but I can still see that these guys make her nervous. I think I know why, but I’m avoiding that conversation. Part of me hopes that the longer I give myself to prepare, the better I’m going to handle what she says. But the way I tore through the building to get to her this morning makes me think that’s probably nowhere near close to being true.
It is taking everything I have not to touch her in a way that will leave no doubts about whether or not she is a woman any of these Alaskan Security guys should set their sights on. There’s no telling how I’m going to react when I find out exactly what transpired between her and her ex-fiancé.
And I’m a little worried about my abilities to keep myself in check.
Which seems to be a recurring theme when Brooke is concerned.
“Pierce is…” Seth seems to think about his answer for a minute. “Pierce is Pierce. That’s about the only answer I can give you.”
“Well, he’s a pain in my ass.” I grin, so they know it’s a good-natured jab. “But, if he can help us figure out who’s trying to sabotage our company, I can probably overlook it.”
Seth looks between me and Brooke, who sits stiffly at my side, before returning his attention to my face. “If anyone can figure it out, it’s Pierce. He doesn’t like unsolved puzzles.”
“He might have to get over that, because the guy I sent him is in a few too many pieces to ever be reassembled.”
Movement outside the open door catches my attention as Walker and Trevor come striding down the hall, both wearing shit eating grins. I know why, and they better get their faces right before they walk in this room. Because if they make Brooke uncomfortable, they will be the next ones I ship to Pierce in an overnight envelope.
Trevor comes in first, looking mostly back to himself for the first time since the explosion. His suit is perfectly pressed, his nails are impeccably manicured, and not a single dark hair on his head is out of place. The only indication he’s still struggling are the slight bags under his eyes.
I know he feels responsible for what happened because he hired dead Dan, but it could have happened to any of us. Dan was subjected to the same background check every other employee is.
Was.
That process has become a whole lot more involved since the explosion.
“Gentlemen.” Trevor stretches both arms out. “Welcome.” He turns to the woman sitting behind the desk. “I see you’ve met Brooke, our project manager.”
“We have.” Seth meets my eyes before focusing on Brooke, giving her what I’m pretty sure is meant to be a charming smile. “She has been a fantastic host.”
Pierce will kill me if I kick this guy’s ass.
It’s still tempting.
“Well, unfortunately for you, Brooke has a busy day, and now you’re stuck with us.” Trevor motions to the door. “We can start with a tour of the property.”
Tucker wanders up the hall, joining the group as the three men follow Trevor and Walker out. I should probably go with them, but I don’t want to. It’s not like I can bring something to the table my brothers don’t.
So as soon as everyone is out of sight, I stand and close the door, taking a deep breath before I face Brooke. I’m surprised to find she’s already on her feet, wringing both hands in front of her.
