Once the server leaves, Ansel raises his glass. “To Remy. For finding our breach.”
Enzo and I lift our glasses. “To Remy.”
Remy’s cheeks flush again as she touches her glass to ours. “You got more information on the person who was behind it, right? With the name and IP address that I gave to you?”
Ansel sets his glass down. “The individual responsible was a former employee. Someone we let go six months ago for performance issues. He was bitter about it, apparently.”
"Bitter former employee. Shocking." She leans forward. "Please tell me you're going to make his life very difficult."
“Law enforcement is already involved.” Ansel takes another sip of his wine. “Our attorneys are pursuing charges under theComputer Fraud and Abuse Act. Unauthorized access, potential felony charges, fines, and possibly prison time.”
Remy’s glass pauses halfway to her mouth. “That’s… intense.”
Enzo leans back in his chair. “We don’t know what he was planning to do. But if he was trying to destroy our company, he deserves what’s coming.”
Our food arrives, and the conversation shifts to lighter topics: upcoming projects, industry gossip, a tech conference in San Francisco next month. Remy relaxes incrementally, laughing at Enzo’s dry humor and trading barbs with Ansel about encryption standards.
I watch her more than I should. She gestures when she’s excited about a topic. Her eyes light up when she talks about code. She tries to hide the small smile that appears when one of us makes her laugh. And every time she reaches for her wine glass, the dress shifts, revealing more skin and more freckles I want to trace with my tongue.
Ansel watches her, too. His gaze lingers when she’s not looking, tracking her movements with heightened intensity.
And Enzo. Fuck. Enzo looks at her like he’s calculating exactly how long it would take to get her out of that dress and into his bed.
It’s familiar, this dynamic. The three of us wanting the same woman.
We’ve shared women before, though not in any formal arrangement. More like a mutual understanding that when all three of us are interested, we figure out what works.
But this is different.
Remy isn’t some woman we met at a club or an industry event. She’s our employee. Our senior security consultant. The woman who saved our company from a potentially catastrophic breach.
And she’s Damon’s ex.
That last part should be enough to kill any interest. Damon is family. He has really done a lot to help build our company. We’ve been through hell together and trusted each other with everything.
But watching Remy…
I want her. And my brothers want her, too.
Ansel sets down his fork, his expression shifting into something more serious. “Remy, we’d like to offer you a position. Not as a contractor, but as a permanent member of our executive team.”
Remy blinks. “What?”
“Director of Security.” Ansel leans back, fingers drumming once against the table. “Full benefits, stock options, the works. You’ve proven you can handle it, and frankly, we’d be idiots to let you walk away when your contract ends.”
I pull up the offer on my phone and slide it across the table to her.
Remy picks up my phone, her eyes scanning the numbers. Her breath catches. “This is generous. Very generous.”
Enzo crosses his arms. “You’re worth it.”
She looks between the three of us, searching for the catch. “You’re serious.”
“Completely.” Ansel holds her gaze. “We want you at Jacobs Security. Long-term.”
Remy sets the phone down carefully, like she’s afraid it might shatter. “I need to think about it.”
I retrieve my phone, letting my fingers brush hers in the process. The contact lasts half a second, but I watch goosebumps rise on her arm where our skin touched. “Of course. Take all the time you need.”
