Just as fuckin’ moony-eyed as the day before.
The prospect that came to a stop next to him wasn’t much better. He held a long coil of wires he was likely supposed to be bringing to Glitch, but he was too busy eyeing the distraction across the room.
I was about to issue the warning that Glitch had clearly neglected before Haze made known what’d already been said. “I thought she was off-limits?”
“She is,” I confirmed.
“For now,” Jury tacked on. “Case can’t last forever.”
“But your hobbies can,” I said, watching my words since prospects weren’t always included in everything Court of Mayhem did. “You planning on living a double life after that?”
I figured he’d say for a night since anything more went against the strings he refused to attach.
He didn’t. “Judge has O. Hollywood has Mac. Glitch has Kat. Some women get it.”
“None of them are detectives,” I pointed out.
“Are we even sure she’s a real detective?” the prospect asked. “’Cause the only time I’ve seen a cop look like her was in a porno. Or theme night at Wicked.”
Since Wicked was a strip club, the idea of Lo working the stage in a private show threatened to raise my dick from the dead.
I pushed thoughts of soft thighs wrapped around a gleaming pole from my brain.
“You know what? Maybe you’re right.” I hooked a thumb over my shoulder. “You should go ask her.”
“I’d pay to see that,” Glitch agreed.
“Count me in, too,” Jury said. “Our financial contributions can go toward your medical bills when you need to repair the new one she rips you.”
“Nah, it would be surgically reattaching your junk after she tears it off and shoves it down your throat,” I said.
Grimacing, the prospect put a protective hand over his crotch like he was expecting a sneak attack. “Never mind.”
“Never mind what?” Glitch asked as he popped his head out of my office. His eyes narrowed on the gathered group. “Did I miss my invite to this tea party?”
“No, because you weren’t invited,” Jury said, earning a middle finger.
“And your prospect is just about to ask Lo if she’s a real detective or one from a skin flick,” I tossed in.
“That’s a good idea, Texas. You go do that, and we’ll wait here.” Glitch turned to me. “You got a first aid kit, right?”
The kid held his hands up in a defensive position. “I was just saying she’s hot.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Still didn’t like hearing it.
“If we’re done with the gossip sesh,” I prompted.
Haze got back to work actually moving the little device. Texas carried the coil of wires into my office.
And Jury stayed right where he was.
Enjoying the off-limits scenery.
Clenching my jaw so hard, it was a miracle the damn thing didn’t turn to dust, I followed Glitch into my office.
“I need your password,” he said, taking the seat behind my desk before pushing the keyboard toward me.
