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He made use of it, though, plugging it into first his laptop, then the phone.
The phone came on almost immediately, and he started typing away at his computer.
I looked over at Trick who was leaning, shirtless, against my office wall.
Then looked down at my own way-underdressed state.
Then smiled.
It was more than obvious what we were doing.
None of the men in the room missed it.
Nor did they comment on it.
Instead, they were all business.
“While you’re waiting for that to boot up,” Zach murmured softly. “What did you find out on Ignacia? I know that you’ve been looking into her.”
“She’s unemployed, thirty-five, single, no kids. She’s got a 455 credit score, doesn’t own her own home, rents cars, was on a date with Renault Kenney two nights ago. Was arrested seven times. Has a sealed juvenile record for assault with a deadly weapon. And she has a disgusting habit of getting animals from the shelter and returning them when they’re not to her liking,” Hunt rattled off.
There was a long moment of silence as everyone digested that. Then it was my turn to say, “She has a job with the city, I thought.”
“Nope,” Hunt disagreed. “She lost that job six months ago.”
“Then her ‘welcome committee’ bullshit was just that. Bullshit,” I supplied.
“Probably,” Sin agreed.
“I think that we need to go make a house call,” Lynn said just as a ping from the phone sounded with a notification.
“Ahh,” Hunt said as he slowly started to tap away at the screen.
He then moved to his laptop, did a few more things, then he was unlocking the phone with hilarious ease.
“That was so easy it’s scary,” I told him.
He shrugged. “Phones are easy to get into. Especially ones that are like this,” he informed me as he narrowed his eyes.
Then there was something playing on the phone, and everyone went silent.
“Pick up. Friday night. Three a.m.,” a familiar voice said.
“Gah,” I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. “That voice is so familiar. It’s like tickling at the edge of my memory.”
“What time is it?” Zach asked, reaching for his phone that was in his pocket.
I looked at the clock on the wall and said, “Quarter ‘til one” at the same time that Lynn looked at his expensive, fancy looking watch saying, “Fifteen until one.”
“That means that we have some time to find out where the spot is and meet them there.”
Then, just like that, they all disappeared.
All of them but Trick.
He waited until my office was empty before saying, “I’m gonna get dressed and go. Before I do, do you have a spare key?”
I blinked at him in surprise, then slowly nodded my head. “Go get it for me. I’m gonna go home and change, then go help.”
I did, but before I could get all the way out of the room, he hooked his arm around my belly and pulled me back into the front of his body.
“I’ll need that shirt back,” he rumbled.
It was then I realized the reason he was shirtless was due to the fact that I’d stolen his shirt.
I looked at him over my shoulder and grinned. “You can have it back when you can give me another one that smells like you.”
With that, I went to find him a key.
And hoped that he would come back tonight and sleep in my bed, waking me up just like he’d done this morning.
I guess I could get some work done today after all.
CHAPTER 19
I don’t care how old I am. If I walk by a toy at the store that says ‘try me,’ I’m pushing that button.
-Swayze to Trick
TRICK
Hours later, after narrowing the location of the pickup down to two possible spots, we all went home to gear up, change into something that was less noticeable in the dark, and to grab food before we returned to the locations.
I didn’t bother going to the bar.
I’d shut it down for the night, citing a beer shortage. Which was true since I’d missed this morning’s delivery since I’d been balls deep in Swayze at the time.
After letting myself in through her back door, I stepped over the pieces of a chair that she’d mentioned she couldn’t get together—something that I’d planned on doing that day but hadn’t gotten around to helping her with—and headed in the direction of her office.
When I didn’t find her there, I turned on my heels and headed upstairs.
Just as I breached the door to her bedroom, I heard the phone ring.
She was on her belly in the bed, her hair up in a crazy ass ponytail that was barely holding her hair out of her face, and she had a paperback book in one hand, and a glass of beer in the other.
I leaned against the doorjamb as I watched her press the speaker button on her phone and say, “This is Swayze Marrin.”
