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Without pressing for the truth— which is what I would do— Tomer brings Klein up to speed on everything he’s shown me today, noticeably leaving out how I handed over my laptop.
Interesting.
Klein nods curtly once Tomer’s done with his recap. “Great. I’ll continue the recoding. I was almost done before I left.”
He asks no questions. Makes no snide remarks. Pays me no mind.
After slipping in his earbuds, he taps his phone screen. A few seconds later, the sound of muted music sails toward my ears. Saying nothing else, he gets back to work, acting like nothing is amiss.
And I don’t know why it bothers me.
But I shake off my concern.Not my freak show. Not my bearded lady.
If Tomer doesn’t care that Klein disappeared without telling anyone, why should I? After all, Redleg seems to treat their own like adults. As long as the job gets done, what does it matter if you race off for a few hours in the middle of your workday?
I’m doing a fantastic job bullshitting my inner pimp. Four stars.
Tomer continues my training, undaunted by Klein’s obviouslyPinocchio-esqueanswer about his current emotional state. “This is the inventory of our tech gear. The guards are responsible for logging shit in and out, but sometimes they don’t. So we do a monthly reconciliation. The expensive shit has trackers, but we…”
Tomer’s words trail off because all I can hear is my inner pimp screaming at me to find out where Klein went and what’s wrong with him. Why is he frazzled and lying about it?
No, Mia. Bad, Mia.
But what if he needs help? What if something is wrong that I can fix for him? That would be a huge leap toward showing him I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
I want his forgiveness. Badly.
For no other reason than to ease the tension and make the working environment less hostile. Scout’s honor.
I refocus my attention on Tomer as he continues talking me through the equipment tracking. Some of it is familiar to me, but some is new.
A lot of what they use is for more than just basic security shit like I would have expected if I hadn’t investigated their past cases thoroughly. It’s a military-grade surveillance and defense gold mine. They also have an impressive array of weaponry that Tomer says he’ll have Leo Mason show me later in the week. He wants me to feel comfortable knowing what we have in the arsenal, so to speak.
The second Tomer finishes his lengthy review of the inventory log, Klein interjects. “Did Boss say if she was going to need time at the gun range? I think Leo is doing a certification out there next week for the new B-team guys.”
“I’ll ask him,” Tomer replies in a clipped tone. His fingers fly across the keyboard, quickly typing a message to Big Al in the chat program that’s always up on his smallest monitors.
Did either of them think to ask me? Before I can mention how rude it is to talk about me like I’m not here, Klein does it again.
“She probably needs time practicing hand to hand too. Sawyer should evaluate her skills. It’s likely been a while since she’s seen any…action.”
The way he intentionally added heat to the word action makes my cheeks flush and my thighs squeeze.
He knows about theactionI’ve seen lately. He brought the action.
Repeatedly.
I clear my throat to remind the guys that I’m sitting right here.
Tomer ignores me and adds Klein’s second question to the chat window. “Heard.”
“What about evasive driving with Henderson?”
Seriously, guys? I clear my throat again, louder this time.
Tomer grunts his reply and fires off a third question to Big Al, who still hasn’t seen the first one.
“While you’re at it, check to see if he wants her to do a shift—”
