Rebel raised his glass. “Brit was my motivation.”
“To my hero,” Brit said.
“You were just as much of a beast as I was, babe,” Rebel said.
After clinking glasses, they drank.
Brit’s phone buzzed with a text. “They’re here.”
“Computer, lock the office door,” Rebel said.
“Office locked,” replied the computer.
“Let’s get the job done,” Rebel said.
Brit and Addison hurried into the waiting elevator to retrieve their dinner guests.
“I heard you scored big with Z,” Hawk said.
“Inner circle, baby,” Rebel replied.
“Seriously, what you went through was crazy,” Hawk said.
“It was intense… and fucked up. The car came outta nowhere and slammed into us, twice.”
The moment they went airborne flashed in his mind. He wanted to put his fist through a wall or turn the motherfucker’s face into mincemeat. Anything to burn through the anger.
But for the next couple of hours, he would be a laid-back host.
Hawk unpacked the food, went hunting for plates, set those out while Rebel pulled silverware and glasses.
“Jordan and Honor have no idea who they’re dealing with,” Rebel said. “Ready to get it done, brother?”
“Hell, yeah,” Hawk replied.
A devilish grin split Rebel’s lips as the elevator door opened.
“Here we go, baby,” Hawk said.
Time to focus up.
Brit led them into the living room. Honor had worn a white sweater and a long dark skirt with boots. Jordan was dressed in a dark sport coat, brown shirt, and black pants.
“How you doin’, Honor?” Rebel asked.
He extended his hand to Jordan. “Good seeing you again.”
Jordan offered him a hearty handshake, then held out a bottle of wine.
Rebel took the wine. “Appreciate it.”
“Let me get your coats,” Brit said.
After Honor and Jordan removed theirs, Brit said, “I’ll put these in the guest room.”
She vanished down the hallway.
“Honor hasn’t stopped talking about your home,” Jordan said. “The furniture, the views, the layout?—”
