“It’s all right, dear,” she pats my arm and winks. “No one will learn your secret.”
“Listen, lady,” I’m about to tell her to go fuck herself, and her age is nothing but a number speech when my phone buzzes.
Shit.
I fish the phone out of my pocket to see Sean's text:I need to see you. Urgent. Dinner tomorrow?
I ignore his text and call Sheila instead.
“Rector,” she answers.
“Hey, Sheila,” I smile at Mrs. Jacobsen. “It’s Cat from Saber Security. Mr. Green has the all-clear to head toward the house. I’m standing here with the realtor. She has the keys.”
“You’re using your brother’s business to cover up with Nosy Nellie?” Sheila asks.
“And then some,” I answer, then hang up.
“Don’t young people ever say good-bye anymore? Such manners,” Mrs. Jacobsen shakes her head, then turns toward the kitchen.
One minute I’m too old. The next, I’myoung people. I can’t get out of this hellhole fast enough.
Chapter 2
“How about a game of Zero Questions?”
-Ryker
I’m in hell.
That’s the only explanation.
“C’mon, man,” a rumpled genius elbows me in the ribs. “It’s your turn.”
I shake my head.
“You have to,” his hulking brother-in-law elbows my other side. “Dem’s the rules!”
I take a deep breath to calm my heart rate. These two are in my personal space, and that is always problematic.
Not a fan.
The rumpled genius, Rand Kestrel, is the Science Director at Saber Security. His brother-in-law, Flint Mendota, is the Operations Director and my immediate boss.
This isn’t weird at all.
“Maybe he needs more encouragement,” the bartender growls, sliding a shot of whiskey in front of me.
“No,” I grunt, shooting the whiskey. It burns, but it keeps me from answering the meddling questions of my co-workers.
I wanted a drink, not an inquisition. I’ve spent the past few days babysitting a flight risk, whoalsohappens to be related to the men sitting next to me.
If it weren’t for the intel, I would have skipped happy hour at The Squad Room with them altogether. But, they have something I need. And I can’t leave until I get it. Unfortunately, they’re making it that much harder with a game of 20-questions.
“Dude, Tattooed Mofo is being tight-lipped,” Rand says to Flint.
“Maybe we should channel Luke?” Flint raises his infamous eyebrow. “Crack open a big fat keg ofSabervention.NAVARRO!”
Both fuckers laugh hysterically. Their other brother-in-law, Luke Saber, started the business. Luke’s sister Celia, a.k.a. Flint’s wife, runs it.
