Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Don’t y’all have a cleaning crew to do this?” I asked them.
“Don’t trust anyone right now,” Wolf called. “Come here and let me show you something.”
I moved to his desk and stopped beside him.
He was pointing at his computer, and I leaned forward, my breasts brushing his muscled forearm, as I read the email he had pulled up.
“So Travis thinks that you’ve pissed off someone who’s computer savvy?” I surmised once I finished reading. “Why does it have to be someone computer savvy? Why can’t he just pay someone to do all this?”
“Because fucking with multiple people's lives, especially the majority of those people being in law enforcement, isn’t something that a run-of-the-mill hacker would want to get involved in. Simply being paid wouldn’t be enough of an incentive for this.”
“True,” I allowed. “But what if you pissed the computer person off, too?”
Wolf’s lips thinned. “I think it’s someone that’s connected with the case that I’d been working on before you and my sister got involved. It was a large-scale sex trafficking ring, and they kept their inner circle very small and tight. I made a significant dent in their operation by pinning Jensen and Barrett. I got too close, and now he’s warning me to back off by showing me his considerable power and just how far he can reach.”
I pursed my lips.
“I don’t even know what to say to this,” I told him. “I have no intimate knowledge of stuff like this besides what I’ve read in romance novels.”
His lips twitched.
“I’m showing you this because I thought you’d want to read the bottom part,” he said, smiling.
His smile was so fucking sexy that I wanted to kiss it off his face, but I could hear Griffin typing away at his computer, so any hanky panky would have to wait until later. Much later.
Wolf’s son would be staying with him tonight since it was Friday, and he’d have him all weekend.
“I don’t want to work with him,” I told Wolf. “He’s mean.”
Wolf chuckled and pushed my bottom forward.
I took the hint and moved until I could plop down into his lap.
“What’s the problem?” Wolf asked softly. “He said you can do this from home. Which means you can do both jobs from here. You’ll be getting paid twice. Works out well for both of us, to be honest.”
“He fired me. I can’t believe he fired me,” I said, surprised because it was true. I still couldn’t believe he fired me.
I’d come into the office, and he’d called me into his sanctuary where he immediately ripped out my heart by telling me I had to leave. Not just my job, but my home as well.
“He never meant it to be permanent,” Wolf said gently. “He wanted you safe, and he can’t make you safe without being with you every hour of every day. Something that he just couldn’t do.”
I pursed my lips and chose not to answer.
That didn’t mean much to me. I could’ve continued to work my job and go home just like I’d been doing. What had changed?
“How do you know all of this?” I asked him suspiciously.
Wolf grinned.
“We talk about you,” he said, no apology whatsoever coloring his voice.
I narrowed my eyes.
“Why?” I asked. “Y’all don’t even get along.”
He nodded his head in agreement.
“We don’t,” he agreed. “But we’re still willing to work together to make sure nothing happens to that pretty little face of yours.”
“So you’re only with me because of my pretty face?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
He rolled his eyes and pushed me off his lap.
I took the hint before he dumped me on the floor and headed to the other side of the desk while he moved his big body around to where Griffin was standing.
He said something to the big man who was on the phone, then headed to the back of the room where he disappeared into the door.
Griffin finished up with his phone call and headed in the same direction.
I leaned my butt against the desk and wondered what I was supposed to do now.
Then my question was answered when the two men came back out with a filing cabinet between them.
Setting it down between the two desks, they turned and disappeared into the next room.
I guess that answered that.
They wanted me to work.
Did I want to work? For Wolf? That seemed like a breach in protocol. There had to be a law somewhere that said a woman who had no clue what the hell she was doing couldn’t work for two Texas Rangers without first getting some proper training.
Shouldn’t I be sworn in or something? Promise to keep all their secrets or they have the right to remove my tongue from my head?
Obviously there wasn’t, because once they got the last of the filing cabinets—eight total—Griffin headed back to his desk while Wolf headed to me. “You’re ready to work.”