Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
He had to remember to tell Cash there was another hot one in the crew.
Trace waited for him to take off first. So he did. Maybe Cash had caught this Kreed dude on video. They could have that same conversation in the privacy of their bedroom tonight.
Man, did he want some private time with Cash. It was crazy how much he missed his guy.
=♥=
Cash felt more than saw Joe’s gaze boring into him. He refused to lift his gaze from the report he read from. Of course he heard the two bikes pull onto the property. Much like Joe and everyone else on the team that had been assigned to protect Dev, he’d been worried as hell when Trace pushed the panic button.
But that was fifteen minutes ago, with Kreed Sinacola contacting him directly when leaving the body shop. Since then, the anxiety that burned from the inside out, that had caused him such great concern, had ebbed. At least he was breathing normally again with his head in the reality of what they were doing. It was ridiculous how Dev hijacked every single thought he had.
Restraint came by not trotting down the stairs to welcome his guy home no matter how badly he wanted to.
“Stop looking at me,” Cash finally drawled.
“You know that’s Dev, right?” Joe asked.
“Of course,” Cash said, pretending to be absorbed in the most boring work of his career, combing over federal agents’ tax information. Jeez. “Who else could it be?”
“Right…” Joe said in a tone that said anything but it was all good. “You’re not going to meet him? I could use a break. We’ve been at it for hours. Shanna’s almost here with pizza that I don’t wanna share.”
Who wanted to share his triple meat extra cheese deep dish in the first place?
Cash looked up from the laptop screen and stared pointedly at Joe. He hoped to convey a strong sense of shut up. Joe clearly got the message and lifted two hands in the air in surrender.
His gaze slid back to the laptop. He had no idea where he’d left off reading, not that he’d processed a single word anyway.
“Can you print these files? It’s a lot to digest,” Cash asked.
“Sure. I wanted to but you denied me earlier. I’ll set it to print tonight. We can put it together tomorrow,” Joe suggested with the same rebellious tone as before.
Seconds felt like hours as he listened to the first-floor back door open then close. Dev’s heavy boots pounded step by step up the stairs. Honestly, he expected to hear Dev’s apartment door squeak open, but it didn’t. Instead, his and Joe’s apartment door was shoved open.
Although he didn’t initially look at Dev, his soul instantly filled with completion. His other half, the one that gave Cash’s life meaning, had come back to him safely.
The relief was staggering. Why did this have to happen now?
Cash’s chin hit his chest.
The feigned indifference was hard to hang on to when all he wanted was to acknowledge his love. Anxiety built fast.
“Joe, you want anything from Veggie Bites?” Dev asked.
The question had Cash’s brows drawing together, but he still didn’t glance at Dev. Instead, he worked at steeling his heart.
“I’d rather eat my own hand,” Joe stated. Not as funny as that might have sounded had he not been so confused at Dev’s question.
“Right? Except I’m eatin’ there tonight. I ordered us a large lentil Bolognese and the vegan potato salad.”
Us.
The surprise had Cash’s mind blown. They never ate from the same menu. They never really ate together. Dev rarely ate any food, and when he did, it usually came from either Joe’s or Shanna’s leftovers.
“Why aren’t you lookin’ at me?” Dev asked.
“I’m out. Done for the day. I’ll print the forms in the morning,” Joe said and scurried quickly out of the room. He wasn’t sure why Joe left, the walls were paper thin, and cameras were installed in every corner of the room and building for that matter. They had so little privacy, he was certain everyone who lived in the building could hear them.
Dev took the five or so steps to Cash.
He scrubbed a hand down his face as Dev tossed a manilla envelope on top of his stack.
Dev bent his head, getting in Cash’s line of sight before moving behind his chair. Those strong pleasure-inducing palms came to his shoulders and massaged. “You’re wearin’ your weapon. Is that to shoot me with?”
“I always wear my weapon,” he murmured, closing his eyes, letting his muscles relax.
“You’re dressed pretty for someone who stayed home all day. Were you waitin’ for your man to return after a long, hard day at the office?”
Maybe he did choose the clothes while dealing with the unsettling jealousy this morning. They were bespoke, one of the few suits he’d been able to wrangle out of the federal government to help cement his position as a young professional. Definitely not the kind of clothes for a street agent sitting inside a run-down apartment with Joe in blue jeans and a T-shirt sitting across from him.