“Save me from these two,” I muttered. “Was there something else you wanted to talk about besides my relationship status?”
“Yes,” Michael replied. “Isaac is all set. Hunter is sparring with him to get a sense of his skills in hand-to-hand combat.”
I nodded. “Good. Did Hunter tell you I asked him to take Dante’s place temporarily?”
“Yeah,” Marco replied. “And he said you approved rotating Isaac in to get him used to how we work.”
“Are you okay with that?” I asked.
“Definitely,” Marco said. “He was Airforce combat rescue. He’ll know what he’s doing.”
“Good.” I leaned back in my chair. “We have two more interviews today, both for long-term personal security positions.”
“Those will be easier than Isaac’s,” Marco said.
“True.” I rose and stretched. “I’m going to go get lunch. Want to join me?”
“Sounds good to me,” Michael said as he stood.
“How about the Irish pub around the corner?” Marco suggested.
“Works for me.” I smiled, remembering the dinner I’d had with our cousin Sal not too long ago.
As the three of us made our way to the elevators, Marco said, “I think we should book some time at the gun range. It’s been a while since we’ve done that. I’d like to get a sense of the skill sets of the new people coming in.”
“Sure thing,” I agreed, pressing the button to go down. “I’ll have Liz set it up. Just let me know how many people.”
“Whatever it is, add yourself to the list,” Marco insisted.
I glanced at him in surprise. “What? Why? I don’t use a gun. I’m only support nowadays.”
Marco shook his head. “You shouldn’t let your skills get rusty. You never know when you’ll need them.”
The elevator doors opened, and we got on. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“And don’t worry,” Marco added, pointing at Michael. “That one is going too.”
Michael’s eyes widened. “I am?”
“Don’t give me that surprised Pikachu face,” Marco sniped. “You haven’t been to the range in six months.”
“Fine,” he said with a put-upon sigh.
I chuckled and shook my head. I loved my brothers, even when they were being assholes. I couldn’t wait to fully integrate Greg into my family and my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
GREG
I checked my apartment for the fifth time, making sure everything was clean and tidy. My logical brain knew Tony had already been here. He’d seen my messy living room. Hell, he’d sucked my cock right there in my kitchen.
I took a breath to calm myself. We were starting over. We were taking a shot at being something more than friends with benefits. It was only right that everything was squeaky clean. There was still a part of me whispering that I was making a mistake. Randy had started out nice, and look what happened.
I shook my head to free myself of those dismal thoughts. Tony was nothing like Randy. Everyone who knew Tony loved him. Jeremy trusted him with his safety. “Shut up, brain,” I muttered. I had already decided to go back to therapy to work through my trust issues.
My spiraling thoughts were cut off by the buzz of the intercom. I hurried over to the panel and pressed the button to answer. “Hello?”
“Hey, Greg, it’s Tony.”
