Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“She’s in, yeah. What’s up?”
Is she fucking serious? “I need to talk to her.”
Brooke pouts, taking another step closer into my personal space. “What’s wrong, Diesel? That trucker girlfriend of yours not doing what she should?”
My glare goes from dark to pitch fucking black, and I get right in her face. “None of your fucking business,” I snarl at her because part of this feels like it’s her fault, even though I told Cassidy and my brother differently.
“It’s just a question,” she replies, not bothered at all by my outburst. “That’s usually why men are, ya know, assholes.”
“I need to talk to Aria.”
“Yeah, okay,” she says with a smile, brushing off my anger. “If you need a few hours to unwind, I’m happy to assist. I promise you a really good time.”
“Not interested.” My words come out cold and angry. I step around her and enter Aria’s office. “You decent in here?” I ask with a grin.
Aria looks up from her laptop screen and smiles at me. “If I wasn’t decent, you’d find out too late. Then again, maybe Lucky is under my desk practicing writing the alphabet with his tongue.” She arches a teasing brow.
I shudder. “Please stop.”
She tosses her hair back with a dirty laugh. “Come on in, Diesel. What’s wrong?”
“Who says anything is wrong?”
She points at me. “The frown darkening your face. You’re probably scaring my employees.”
“Good,” I growl. “Scared means I don’t have to run around making sure they do what I expect them to do.”
“Fine, but that still doesn’t tell me what’s wrong with you.”
“I need a favor.” I don’t usually ask for favors because I don’t like owing people, but Aria is family. I inhale slowly and let it out while I wait for her answer.
“I’m listening.”
My jaw clenches, but this is the opening I need. “I need you to request Cassidy for a new load because I need her to come back to Angel Harbor.” I know she’s gonna give me shit because that’s what Lucky would do, and it’s what I would do.
“So,” Aria taps her fingers on the desk one at a time in a rhythmic cadence and looks me up and down. “You have a thing for Cassidy.” It’s not a question, so I don’t bother with an answer. “I’ll consider it, but first, I want to know what’s in it for me?” Her eyes sparkle with mischief. I’ll allow it because I’m asking for a favor.
“Well,” I begin and tap my chin. “If you and my brother ever get around to making babies, I’ll babysit for free once a month.”
Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. “I’ll take it under advisement.”
“So you’ll do it?” I sound eager as fuck, and I don’t need to see the surprise in Aria’s eyes to know it.
“Yes,” she nods. “I’ll do it, but only because I think it’ll be so much fun to see you all twisted up over a woman. Good for Cassidy for making you work for it.”
“It’s not that simple. I was an asshole,” I admit, but I don’t give Aria any details. Even though I don’t think anything will come from Lucky’s look into Brooke’s background, I don’t want to alarm Aria for no reason.
“There’s too much shit going on now for me to go after her, so I have to get her back here. Thanks to my lovely sister-in-law.”
“Yeah, all right. No need to sweet talk me when I already agreed. Good luck.”
“Thanks, Aria.” She and my brother make a strange couple. She’s rich and prissy, and calling him rough around the edges would be an understatement, but she’s a good choice for him. I like her, anyway.
“See ya later,” I say and leave her office, and Brooke is right fucking there.
She smiles from her desk and says, “Offer stands. You don’t have to be such a dick.”
I ignore her and keep walking, not in the mood for her bullshit today. She’s been here for two years. How can she be a mole? Are we that stupid? Compromised? No, can’t be. We’re smarter than that.
I walk through Morgan International like an angry fucking bull, making the other employees divert their gazes, pretend to be busy, doing anything to avoid catching my eyes.
Yeah, well, the feeling is fucking mutual.
I have plenty of shit that I need to do today, including basic maintenance on some of the newly acquired specialty vans for moving art and antiquities, whatever the fuck those are, so I can’t just fuck off for the rest of the day. I need to get my head on straight, so I step out into the parking lot and pull out my phone.
“This is Cassidy. Leave a message.”
“Dammit,” I growl, even though I don’t expect her to answer my calls at all. That’s why I had to go to Aria. Cassidy is as stubborn as they come, and I know that she’s done with me because otherwise, she would have stayed and fought it out.