Ronin nodded. “Yep. Mario and Isa are horrifyingly toxic, but fuck if I don’t love it when they’re on the screen. It’s goddamn magic.”
Fenton laughed. “Your addiction to 90 Day Fiancé is somehow both hilarious and sad.”
Bishop growled at him, but Ronin just grinned. “No more than your Big Brother addiction.”
“Harsh but fair,” Fenton said.
“Okay, listen up,” Mal said. He stood at the head of the table with a tablet in his hands. “We have some new assignments to hand out. Fenton, you’re working the Holson job this week.”
Fenton groaned. “Shit, can I do anything else?”
“It’s your turn,” Mal said.
“It feels like it was just my turn,” Fenton grumbled.
“I know it’s shit work, but it’s just for the week,” Mal said.
Fenton nodded, and Mal turned to Hudson. “You’re assigned to the Carter job.”
“Shit,” Fenton said. “The Holson job isn’t looking so fucking bad now.”
Garth laughed. “Hey, at least you’re not doing the mall security job. That’s boring as shit and…”
He trailed off as Mal gave him a look. “Fuck me, I’m on the mall security job, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, sorry, man,” Mal said.
“Win some, lose some,” Garth said.
“Briggs, I want you on our pro bono job,” Mal said. “Willow is convinced that the witch, Cece, is still in danger, and wants her to have a security detail. She doesn’t think Cece will agree to it, though, so this is strictly observation work. Sit outside her house, her workplace, follow her wherever she goes, but keep a low profile.”
“Do we have someone for overnight?” Kat asked.
Mal nodded. “Davis finished up the Morris job last night. I’ll talk to him later today when he’s in the office and assign him for overnight.”
“He’s gonna be pissed,” Ronin said. “You know he hates the night shift.”
Mal didn’t reply, and Briggs cleared his throat. The wolf shifter glanced at him. “What’s up?”
“I’d like to be reassigned if possible,” Briggs said.
Hudson kicked him under the table, but Briggs ignored it. He didn’t care if he was jeopardizing his job. He couldn’t accept the assignment. He needed to stay the fuck away from the little witch.
No! His polar bear roared angrily. We’re the best ones to keep our mate safe.
She is not our mate. Chill the fuck out.
“Briggs?”
He forced himself to focus on Mal. “Sorry. What was that?”
“I asked if there was a particular reason you wanted to be reassigned.”
“Maybe it’s because he got his ass kicked by the tiny tree witch,” Ronin grinned.
Briggs curled his lip at him, and Ronin’s grin widened. “Don’t be embarrassed, my guy. I saw the tree witch in action, and she’s pretty deadly with those tree branches.”
Mal was still waiting for an answer, and sweat sliding down his back, Briggs said, “I just think it’s best if I’m assigned to a different job.”
