Harsh.
I scowled at him as I thought about the building. “Then I’ll hang out in the break room. Or there’s a couch in that back room.”
“There’s a couch right under your ass,” he said as he sat and immediately started typing on his computer.
He had a point.
One that made me suspicious.
Was he trying to stop me from wandering around? Was there something he was hiding? Something that tied together all the random inconsistencies into a pretty bow that solved the case in one efficient fell swoop?
I knew it wasn’t that last part—I wasn’t that lucky—but I had no clue about the rest.
Not wanting to throw up my own warning bells that would turn the suspicion on me, I shrugged and settled back before pulling my legs up to get really comfortable. I could multitask in the office just as well as I could from out there. I would just find excuses to do a lap every so often.
In the meantime, I had business to attend to.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
PLAY STUPID GAMES
LUNA
My business was pissing me off.
And it was all my own fault.
I thought I would be able to sink in and enjoy a little downtime, but I’d used most of it to study the man behind the desk.
Rhys hadn’t seemed jumpy about having me in his space. No nervous fidgeting. No unintentional eye darts toward something he wanted to stay hidden. No tension in his frame at all.
Well, notnotension. There was definitely the occasional flare of irritation where he would mutter a curse and run his hand through his hair. But that was only ever aimed at his work. Even when I stood to do my laps under the guise of a bathroom or drink break, he’d simply glanced my way before returning his focus to the screen in front of him. He’d gotten up a few times himself—once to check the stock room for whatever and once to see how many bottles of the unusual flavored vodka he had behind the bar.
I knew the specifics on that one because I’d been at the bar refilling my water while I talked to Texas for a minute.
That minute hadn’t garnered any helpful information. His focus had mostly been on installing a camera discreetly on the shelf. Not that I’d expected him to use the milliseconds to hurriedly whisper secrets, but even his demeanor had given me nothing. Like Rhys, there was no caginess or awkwardness or anything other than a guy trying to do his job.
I’d left him to it before returning to sit silently in the office while also being far too distracted by the man ten feet from me.
God, he’s good looking.
It was a stupid thing to even think.
A light rapping on the open door made me jolt—something that didn’t happen often. The only solace in that was I wasn’t the only one to be taken off guard. Rhys’s head shot up as he looked toward the knocker.
I sat up to do the same.
And rage filled me.
“We’re taking off—” Glitch started before I interrupted.
“Hey,” I called in my cop-voice.
He held his hands in the surrender position. “Whoa, what’d I do?”
But my beef wasn’t with him.
I hustled to my feet and across the room, shoving past the tattooed biker to get into the hall. “Stop where you are.”
