“His college mate.The two don’t get along.”
Jake straightens up, a glint in his eyes.“There’s somebody immune to your charm, Caleb?Is she the reason you’re working so hard these days?”
His words and the casual tone he’s using has me narrowing my eyes.I tilt my head to the side to look at him.“What’re you talking about?”
“How do you know Caleb’s working hard?”Ethan questions him.
Jake just shrugs.“He’s putting in overtime.”
“I don’t put in overt—” I cut myself off, freezing.Jake’s watching me, a sly smile on his face.
There’s no way…
“I was catching up on some work last Friday,” Jake grins at me.“And Caleb’s location was showing him in the building?—”
“My location?”I sit up straight.“Are you tracking my phone?”
My brother shrugs.“I track all your phones.”
Ethan frowns.“What?”
Jake doesn’t look repentant in the least.“It’s a fun little hobby I have.”
“Which is probably illegal.”Natalie points out.
“I don’t track your phone, Natalie,” Jake beams at her.“I respect your boundaries.”
“But not your siblings’?”Natalie asks slowly.
“Apparently not,” Ethan says slowly.
I take out my phone.“That’s not creepy at all.”
“What I was saying was,” Jake continues, “that I saw Caleb hard at work.Around midnight.Slaving away.”
I press my lips together, knowing exactly what he must have seen.
“Yes, well,” I clear my throat.“I like to give a hundred percent when Ethan hires me for his little tasks.”
“You’re nothing if not professional,” Jake drawls, the corner of his lips twitching.“You make me want to strive to be as dedicated.”
Asshole.
Getting to my feet, I walk over to him and pat him on the shoulder.“You’ll get there eventually.”
Jake sneers at me.“I can only hope.”
“I don’t know what the two of you are up to now, but I want that mole found, Caleb.”
“I’m working on it.”I head out of the office, knowing that if I stay, Jake’s going to let slip something from my Friday escapade.Before leaving the room, I meet Ethan’s gaze and give a small nod.
I’ll look into this matter.
Making my way to the seventh floor, I aim straight for the vending machine, my stomach growling after that meeting.The machine eats my dollar twice before finally dispensing a bag of pretzels and a Coke.Nothing like processed carbs and caffeine to fuel the afternoon.
As I’m walking back toward our desks, the elevator dings, and Eve steps out, specks of glitter still in her hair.She’s smiling, a smug look on her face which has my hackles rising.More so when she beams at me as if we don’t hate each other.
The woman is up to something.She settles at her desk and places the paperbag in a drawer, locking it.Our eyes meet once again, and I just know she’s planning something.
