“Don’t even joke,” Rhys said. “The health department has been here enough for bullshit. Those bastards have ears everywhere.”
He glanced at me for that last part, and I mimed zipping my lips. I would obviously give him a chance to fix things if I saw something bad. Or, yeah, call the health department if it was something truly egregious that he wasn’t doing anything about. But that likely wouldn’t be a bridge I needed to cross. Even during my search for the falsified woman in distress, I’d been shocked at how clean and organized the place was.
“Find anything?” Rhys asked Glitch.
“Not yet,” the hidden man said before shifting out to sit on the floor. Like I’d guessed, it was Glitch. He held up the cables he was working with. “I’ve got one more section after this, and I’m hoping that fixes shit, but I might not get to it till tomorrow.”
Rhys’s brows raised for half a second, the reaction gone just as fast. “Got it.”
He left Glitch to his work and walked through to check on the rest of the progress—and me and my box of goodies tagged along, though he didn’t invite me. Or say anything to me. His focus seemed to be on everything that’d been done, and he paused to check out the new cameras in the hall, kitchen, and break room. There were a couple of guys I hadn’t met yet, but he didn’t give me time to introduce myself or do more than offer anawkward wave as I rushed to keep up with him in case there was something interesting.
There wasn’t.
We stopped outside of his office where Texas was on a stepladder with wires and tools.
“Glitch said to ask if you want a camera in your office or just outside,” the man said to Rhys.
At least, I was pretty sure he was talking to Rhys. It was hard to tell since his eyes were locked on the shimmery box in my hold.
Rhys lifted his chin. “Both. And behind the bar.”
Not exactly the move of a man with something to hide.
He turned to look at me and hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Got some orders to handle. Plus, I need to check in on my employees to confirm they’re still employees. Help yourself to whatever.”
And then he turned and walked to his desk.
Yesssss.
I knew exactly how I would spend the time. Or at least split it, since I would also be keeping an eye and an ear out for anything important. Before I could get to that, though, I really needed to offset my sugar and caffeine consumption with some water.
I walked through the main room, fully aware someone was following me. I’d assumed it was Texas, hoping he could finagle some dessert from me. But when I set the box on the bar and turned, it was Jury tailing me.
A very dusty, veryshirtlessJury.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SHARING IS CARING
LUNA
“Isee Piper likes you,”Jury rumbled, looking between me and the telltale container I’d just put down.
I opened the lid to display all the decadent beauties.
No wonder that sucker was so heavy. It’s jam-packed.
Literally.
There’s jam oozing out of that powdered sugar cookie.
I scanned over everything and noted the fresh cookies she’d added just before I left. I’d presumed—no, I’dhoped—they were chocolate chip. I was wrong.
My lips curved down. “Ithoughtshe liked me.”
“What happened?”
It took everything in me to keep the pout from my voice. “Half these cookies areraisin.”
