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Tell me more,he typed.
Dont want 2 talk about it online,Jared typed.I wanted 2 meet u and talk in person, but ur so shy I had no choice. My job is to recruit people like u.
Blushing, Miles typed coyly.
Don’t. Most people who come here pay huge money. We hand pick special ones like u. The guy I work for is a genius. U have 2 xperience it 2 believe it.
Who is he?Miles typed.
Mindmeld hesitated. Im not authorized to tell u that. I havent met u so how do I know if u r who u say u r?
Fair enough. Thats my problem 2,Miles typed.
Only 1 way 2 solve ur problem. Meet me?
The question scrolled out across the bright screen and waited.
A knock on the study door sent his heart off on a tizzy.
Fuck. What to do? Hide under the bed? Stop breathing and pretend to be dead? Shit.
“You awake?” Connor’s gruff voice sounded from the other side.
Not Cindy. Miles almost slid off the chair, unmanned by a combination of relief and disappointment. “More or less,” he called.
Connor opened the door. He was fully dressed, a SIG in his hand.
“I just got a call. The SafeGuard alarm in Erin’s mom’s house tripped. Thank God she’s in Hawaii. I called the cops, but I’m going to take a look. I want you to stand guard. Can you handle one of these?”
Are you kidding? I’m just a clueless gearhead, he wanted to yelp, but the part he’d been relentlessly training swallowed hard and nodded.
“I’ve put in some hours with Sean and Davy at the gun range. Let me just finish this.” Miles leaned over the keyboard and typed,
gotta go. Check back in 2 hrs?
Ur a tease,Mindmeld666 typed. Will check back. Bye4now.
He followed Con downstairs, and took the gun.
“Heads up,” Con said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Miles paced the foyer. His brain buzzed like a hive of bees. He couldn’t sit still. The house was dim, just the orange glow of streetlamps from the window. The gun felt heavy and strange and alien in his hand.
“Oh. There you are.” The soft voice made his heart jolt and skip in his chest. “I was just looking for you.”
He turned. Cindy’s body resolved out of the infinite shades of gray in the kitchen entrance. Just as he’d thought. A tight string tank. Not a thong, but those low-slung form fitted shorts were just about as bad.
“You should be sleeping,” he said.
“Can’t.” Her voice was fretful. “I’m wound up from the gig. We were hot tonight. Too bad you weren’t there. Holy cow, Miles. What the hell are you doing with a gun?”
“Guard duty,” he replied. “Connor’s gone off to check on your mom’s place. Somebody tripped the alarm.”
She tossed her head back, making her hair do that seductive swirl thing. “Someone has to protect us against the fanged monsters, right?”
He refused to let himself be needled. “The monsters are real, Cin.”
“You’re as bad as they are.” She sauntered close enough so he could smell her honey-vanilla scent. The details of her body came into focus in the dimness. He gulped, and looked out the window.
