Chapter 18
They followed Graham to his and Paige’s room. Not for the first time, Devon wondered how that worked since there was only one bed. Not that he wondered hard. He had no more interest in his bosses’ sex lives than they had in his.
Paige was curled up in one of the chairs, typing on her phone. “Hey. How was the beach?”
Graham sat in the chair perpendicular to hers. “It was a beach. It’s not the Keys, but then nothing is. We did find an old smugglers’ tunnel. That was interesting. Were you able to finish your work?”
“Yes, thankfully. I also talked one of the butlers into giving me a tour of the castle.” She touched her phone screen and handed it to Graham. “Now I can enjoy the rest of the weekend without interruption.”
“Wonderful. Stress isn’t good for your complexion. It makes you sallow, and my job of making you look fabulous that much more difficult. I can only work with what I’m given after all.”
Graham smirked when Paige flipped him off.
“Did you get the delivery I arranged?” Connie asked.
Paige nodded. “I did. How did you manage that, exactly?”
“I have someone in the castle,” she said.
“Wait,” Addison said. “You have someone here? Right now?”
“Yes.”
“Who? Are they going to help us tonight?”
Connie shook her head. “Better that you don’t know. If everything goes well, he’ll stay here to facilitate the raid after we leave.”
“Makes sense,” Graham said as he passed Paige’s phone to Devon.
“What gear?” Devon asked, taking the phone.
“Some protective gear and firepower,” Connie said. “You have the same items in your room.”
Devon nodded and focused on the screen in his palm. Angie’s app was open to the messages. She’d accessed the security system and would take everything down at zero three thirty. As a bonus, she’d completed the layout of the entire castle and figured out a way to take all the power out to make it look like a malfunction in the electrical system.
The weight of Addison’s breasts pressed against his arm, causing his dick to stir. Jesus. He’d never had a problem controlling his reaction around a woman, but he constantly had at least a semi, if not a full-on raging erection, whenever she was near.
“Does the information get updated in the app, or is it sent to one person specifically?” Devon asked.
“The app updates,” Paige said.
“So we all have the information?”
“Yes.”
Addison pressed her head against his upper arm, and her breath feathered against the skin below the edge of his shirt sleeve.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “A little tired. I think I’ll take a nap before dinner.”
“A nap does sound good right now,” Paige said.
“You haven’t done anything all day,” Graham said.
Paige shoved his leg with her bare toes. “My brain worked hard today.”
“Oh, well, in that case, I can understand why you’re so tired.”
