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“Together?”
He nodded.
“I want to be.” Standing on my toes, I pushed my lips against his, before sashaying up the stairs, leaving him watching my backside.
“What does that mean?!”
With a small smirk painted on my face, I turned the corner out of his view.
10
SUSPICIONS
CHANCE
Ian roamed his office, hand to his chin, tugging at his short beard. Luke and I stood next to one another, watching. Several wordless minutes passed, and Tyler was still buried in his phone handling something for a client. Finally, he slid it into his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest just as Ian perched on the front of his desk.
“Who do you think opened my office at the club?” Ian’s gaze shifted to each of us, his hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard, his knuckles were pale.
“Everyone was downstairs.” Tyler shrugged, meandering to the other side of the room. “Right?”
Ian shrugged a shoulder. “I have no idea.”
“Cameras?” I asked.
Luke shook his head. “They were cut at some point.”
“Which means someone wanted the photographer to get caught.” Tyler gnawed the inside of his cheek. “Distraction?”
Silence fell on the room again while the four of us processed the timeline of events. Of course, I was suspicious of the obvious, but he was Ian’s friend and there was no way in hell I was going to speak up about him. Ian was fiercely loyal to people he called friends.
Remembering what Luke said earlier, I lifted my gaze to see that he was already staring in my direction. Just as I opened my mouth to speak up, he shook his head subtly.
Ian grabbed a pen from the desk, clicking it repeatedly. “Jenna, Jade, and Luke are the only other people who have keys to that room.”
“Well, thankfully whoever it was didn’t take the warehouse paperwork.” Tyler sighed in relief.
“We’d be fucked,” Luke agreed.
“I want to know who the hell hired that photographer!” Ian spat. “If the two are connected, the—”
“Did one of you grab the camera?” Tyler pinched his brows together.
Ian hated to be interrupted. It was one of his biggest pet peeves. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he gnawed the inside of his bottom lip.
“I got it. Why?” Luke shrugged.
“Can we have it dusted?” Tyler asked.
“For fingerprints?” I interjected.
Nodding, Tyler continued, “If we can determine whose prints are on it, we might figure out who hired him.”
“They wouldn’t be dumb enough to put their hands on that,” Ian retorted, frustrated, “not if they were brave enough to fuck around in my office, too. Besides, he acted like it belonged to him.”
“He’s right,” I muttered. “Anyone who’d mess with you isn’t going to be stupid enough to leave evidence anyway.”
“We have to try.” Tyler sighed. “Ian, can you talk to Jake?”
