“Hey, Finn?” Duncan called out.
“Yeah?”
“Remember how I said she was vicious when she’s mad?”
“Yeah.”
“Have fun.” Fucker laughed as he disconnected the call.
I was surrounded by assholes.
How was this my life?
Finn
Even barefoot, pacing back and forth across her living room with gauze wrapped securely around both feet, she was a vision. She was riled up; practically slaughtering me with her glare when I hinted she might feel better if she sat down and propped her legs up. It was an exercise in futility I wasn’t likely to repeat.
Her team and best friend arrived within thirty minutes of her initial call, along with crime scene techs, who were snapping an obscene number of photos and dusting for fingerprints. Questions were rapid-fired at us from every direction, making my head spin, but my girl answered every one of them without batting an eyelash. She was in her element, and it was sexy as hell.
“All right. I think we have everything we need.” Shayne flipped her notebook shut, pushing off the wall she was leaning against.
“Which doesn’t amount to anything,” Waverly muttered.
“Hey.” The detective moved, blocking her path. “Rightnow, you aren’t the resident agent in charge of shit. How about you let me determine what I have?”
“Is that the way you wanna play the game, Shayne?”
Stepping between the women, Duncan held out his hands. “Take a breath, both of you.”
The man had balls; I’d give him that much. The jury was still out on whether the two of them would rip them off or not. It was a toss-up.
Shayne skirted Duncan, pulling her friend into a hug. “Sorry, Way. I don’t like this.”
“Same for me on both counts.” Waverly sighed.
Scanning the room, I watched the other four agents shift their gaze away from the pair. It was obvious none of them were used to seeing their boss in such a vulnerable position. They had my respect for giving them a modicum of privacy.
“It’s late.” Lanie stood from the sofa, stretching her arms above her head. “Or early, depending on how you look at it. We could all use some time to refuel and recharge. Let’s reconvene at the office around ten?”
“Perfect. I’m starving.”
“When aren’t you hungry, Koen?” Noah smirked.
“I’m a growing boy,” the blond countered.
“I assume the two of you will be staying at your house?” Duncan posed the question to me.
When I’d spoken with Joel earlier, he said he, Wes, and Noreen would wait for us there. It had taken a miracle to convince Noreen not to show up at Waverly’s. The only thing stopping her was the fact she didn’t have the address. I’m positive she’d correct the small oversight within a few hours.
“Yes.” I monitored Waverly. I’d assumed, but hadn’tasked, so when she didn’t react to my statement, I went for broke. “We’ll be staying there indefinitely.”
“Like hell we will.”
I should’ve cut my losses.
“Baby––”
“Donotbaby me.” She fisted her hands on her hips.
