“Is that all?” I ask Noah, trying to push him out the door.
“As long as the plan is satisfactory?” He addresses the question to Owen.
Owen clenches his teeth but nods.
“Excellent. We’ll have the contract drawn up, and the security team will be in place first thing tomorrow.”
“Great. Thanks,” I say, now physically pushing him out the door.
Noah turns at the last minute and bends to whisper in my ear. “That one has it bad. I’m pretty sure he wants to kill me.”
“You didn’t make it easy for him,” I reply through clenched teeth.
He chuckles. “See you tomorrow, love.”
Noah finally turns and walks away. I shut the door and turn to find Owen watching me. I swear there is fire in his eyes.
“Relax. Noah is harmless.”
“You know him?”
“Yes. He worked security at some of the Formula 1 races.”
Oddly enough, that isn’t a lie. He did work security for Formula 1 before his brief stint with the CIA.
Owen nods and returns to his desk. His silence since this morning has me worried and slightly annoyed. It puts me on edge, and by the time 5 pm comes around and he’s still silent, I’m practically sprinting out of the office.
“Miss Riley,” he says before I reach the door. His voiceis low and gruff.
Turning slowly, I find him leaning against his desk, arms crossed.
“I’d feel better if you weren’t alone tonight. Not until security is in place.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m meeting Jax. He’ll make sure I get home safe.”
He studies me for far longer than is comfortable. I shift on my feet.
“Fine,” he snips.
I want to comment on his shortness. I want to comment on his mood. I want to know what the hell happened since this morning, but I say nothing. Instead, I leave, and a crawling feeling slithers down my spine.
The smile Jax gives me when I enter the bar instantly has the tension melting away, and when he wraps me in a hug, I melt in seconds, letting out a long breath.
He pulls back and looks at me. “Something’s happened.”
Slumping as if those two simple words took an invisible weight from my shoulders, I take off my coat and sit next to him at the bar.
He doesn’t join me right away, waiting for an answer.
“Just work,” I reply.
He tilts his head to the side, giving me a knowing smile.
“Work isn’t what I expected,” I continue.
Jax actually snorts and sits down. “Such as you didn’t mean to fall for your boss?”
I scoff. “That’s not what I mean at all, actually.”
