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“Well? Did you score?”
He raised a shoulder and let it fall. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
A few guys hooted.
“Thought I caught a glimpse of lipstick on your collar too,” Boone went on with a grin.
“Yeah? Weird.”
Ross dropped into his seat at the head of the table. “Do you have any explanation for the lipstick?”
Declan looked at his boss. The dimple the Wyntons were known for popped in and out of his cheek, indicating he also found amusement in Declan’s position.
He met his boss’s gaze. “Nothing to report. Is anything an offense that would lead to termination? You told me to have a good time, and I did. That’s all I’ll say on the matter.”
Boone leaned back in his seat. “It’s not like Ross can throw any stones.”
“Noneof you can.” Ross swept his stare around the table.
Declan didn’t know what they were talking about.
Ross wagged his head. “No one can say anything because we’ve all gotten involved where we weren’t supposed to. But to answer your question, Declan, no. You weren’t on duty, and that woman you left the party with was not your ward. You’re fine. Now, down to business. Today…”
Declan gave the meeting his undivided attention even as he began connecting the dots. Such as how one of the best on their cyberteam, Lauralee, looked so long at her husband Boone. And Corrine hovered around the team pilot, Michael, more than the rest. It made him wonder just how many of their hookups started in the workplace.
Whatever they had done didn’t matter. He was different. Belle wasn’t attached to him in any way. They’d simply hooked up at a party, and she didn’t know his affiliation with WEST Protection, and it would remain that way since he was undercover all weekend.
He’d also be working security, unable to spend time flirting with her…or touching those ripe curves that had tormented him all night long in his dreams.
One romp with her wasn’t enough. He knew it. His cock sure as hell did.
Did Belle?
After going their separate ways, he’d thought of her almost nonstop, mostly wondering where she was staying so he could go and find her again.
There were only a few options. She might be staying in the bunkhouse for the rugged experience. The guest rooms in the Wyntons’ home were reserved for close family friends. Or she could be in her own RV.
Belle didn’t seem like the type of woman to drive her own truck and trailer, though. He’d place his money on the bunkhouse. Slipping in would be easy. Staying quiet—especially when it came toher—wasn’t.
He’d just have to live with the memories of their stolen moments in the garden. It would have to be enough.
There wasn’t much worse than being on vacation alone. Unless, of course, it was being on vacation aloneandhungover.
Okay, the headache wasn’t too bad and so far, Belle’s stomach hadn’t chosen to rebel. It was just a mild hangover—she could live with this.
Through the brain fog, she got a text out to Sarah and then dropped her phone onto the covers and shut her eyes against the light streaming through the bunkhouse windows.
The place was dead quiet, which told her that all the other guests she was unfortunately sharing this experience with were early birds catching breakfast.
Ugh…food.
She’d get there eventually.
Her phone buzzed, and she felt around on the bed for it. When she brought it up, she cracked an eye to read the text. She barely focused on the first word when her phone started ringing.
With a stifled protest, she brought the device to her ear. She knew better than to mix champagne and whiskey.Sucha rookie mistake.
Sarah’s voice in her ear was too loud, and Belle held the device away from her head. “Girl. Did you drunk text me?”
