“I also asked you to keep it in your pants, but did you do that too?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Well, um, no. I didn’t listen to that part. But—”
“Just get the case solved,” he told me, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“I will.”
“Shopping?” he asked. “Really?”
“Yeah, man. She mocked my place and said I needed to decorate. She couldn’t work today because she cut her hands when a bowl shattered last night. We thought it was best if she gave her hands a day to heal.”
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled.
I flipped him off, closed the door, and headed to my office.
As I passed James’s door, I heard heated words being exchanged. I guessed not everything was water under the bridge when it pertained to Izzy.
Race had sprawled out on the small love seat. Her arm was resting against her face, her mouth slightly parted and her legs crossed at her ankles.
I sat down, turning my computer on. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered without moving.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, princess?”
She didn’t look at me as she sighed. “I got another message today while you were talking to Thomas,” she said, hiding behind her arm.
I froze, knowing that she’d hid it for a reason. “Fuck. What did it say?”
“I didn’t read it all. Something about come alone and he wanted to meet me tomorrow.”
“You’re not going,” I told her, moving her arm away from her face.
She glared at me. “It’s my career, Morgan.”
“I don’t care what it is, Race. You’renotgoing to put your life in danger. I’ll get the tape for you.”
“How?”
“I’m going to get my ass up and find everything I can on Tyler O’Shea. Then I’m going to get the guys together and we’re going to form a plan. You are not going. I won’t allow it. End of story.”
“Morgan,” she said before I pinned her with my eyes.
I shook my head, glaring at her. “Absolutely not.”
“It’s my life hanging in the balance.”
“Woman, if I have to tie your ass to the bed, you’re not going.”
“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’m glad you’re seeing things my way,” I said, smirking.
“You can be a jerk,” she snarled.
I stood up, walking toward my desk. “I told you I was an asshole sometimes.”
She didn’t reply as I sat down and started researching Tyler O’Shea.
