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“Yousureyouwantto do that?” JT asks me with wide eyes.
I lower my hand from Edge’s office door and frown. I usually use this as my office too but, for the last two days he’s been in a bad mood. Not that I can blame him. Anyone would be insanely pissed off finding out that someone had stolen over twenty thousand dollars from him. I wanted to vomit when I came in two days ago and he told me the actual amount. Truthfully, I still want to vomit and it isn’t even my money.
But Edge has taken moody and broody to a whole new level. Even JT has kept his distance and has only interacted with him when forced. That’s when you know it’s bad. JT lives to annoy Edge, like any little brother would, and even he’s walking around on egg shells.
“I have to,” I whisper so that Edge doesn’t hear me. Ya know, because JT didn’t just speak at full volume.
JT leans against the wall with his arms crossed and tilts his head. “Do you have to speak to him or can you just send him a note?”
My brows furrow. “What are we in high school?” I shake my head. “Should I send it by carrier pigeon?”
His lips twitch. “I was thinkin’ you could just slide it under the door, knock and run.” He shrugs his well-defined shoulders. “But a pigeon might actually be safer.”
I purse my lips. “And where am I going to get a pigeon?” I huff.
“What are you two goin’ on about?” Draven pops from the door to his room with a frown on his severe face.
I do something that months ago I would’ve never thought to do… speak without thinking. “We’re trying to figure out where I can get a pigeon.”
He blinks his dark eyes at me a few times. “Why do you need a pigeon?” He gives me a dubious look. “You’re not trying some new fucked up recipe, are you?”
“I would never eat a pigeon!” I gasp in outrage.
JT frowns. “Didn’t you just make a roasted duck the other day?” Draven just nods his head.
I roll my eyes, again, not something I would’ve done to two large men in the recent past. “A duck is completely different from a pigeon.” I give them both an equally annoyed look. “And I didn’t hear either one of you complaining when I brought the duck and a slew of sides in for you guys to have for dinner,” I sniff.
For some reason, I am extremely comfortable around JT and Draven. I mean, JT is an over grown goofball, so that’s not too surprising. But Draven seems to freak out almost everyone he comes into contact with, minus the very scantily clad women who come to see him for tattoos. Why I feel so comfortable with him, I’ll never know. But he tends to set me at ease more than anything else.
JT raises his hands in surrender. “We’re not complaining.” Draven nods his head enthusiastically, well, for him anyway. “We were just making a point.”
“They’re two completely different animals,” I state like it isn’t obvious.
“They’re both birds,” Draven replies with a twinkle in his dark eyes.
I fold my arms across my chest, clutching the paper that I’m holding in my hands. “I have half a mind to stop feeding the two of you.”
They both snort making my lips purse. “Who else is going to eat all of it. You make enough food to feed an army,” JT chuckles.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Just wait until I figure out how to tweak the recipes for only one person. You’ll be sorry then,” I hiss.
Drave gives me a skeptical look. “You brought in a two layered cake the other day.”
“It’s called a two-tier cake and, I only did that because the decoration wouldn’t have been as pretty if it only had one tier,” I lie. In reality, I made too much batter and had to make it two tiered, but they don’t need to know that.
I ignore Draven’s mumbled “Uh-huh” for the sake of my very fragile sanity.
Before I can say thing else, the office door is ripped open making me jump sky high. Edge is standing in the door way with agitation coming off him in waves. “Is there a reason the three of you are standing outside my door, blabbing on and on about stupid shit?”
I look over at JT who mutters, “Should’ve gotten a pigeon,” while looking everywhere but at Edge.
Edge blinks a few times before frowning. “What the fuck do you need a pigeon for?”
“I don’t, Cadie does,” the traitor replies, throwing me under the damn bus and into the spotlight.
Edge looks down at me with his brows furrowed. “The duck was really good, but maybe lay off any new recipes for a while, yeah?”
“I’m not cooking a damn pigeon!” I grumble as I throw up my hands. It won’t be until later in the evening that I will realize I yelled at three very large men, one of them being my boss.
