He let out a weary sigh and confessed, “About a month ago, we did a random search at the club during inventory. We found a bug. No idea how long it had been there.”
“When was the last time you searched?” I asked.
“A year ago,” he admitted. “The last time we did inventory.”
“Fuckin’ hell, Ro. You should do a search every few months at the very least. Preferably once a week.”
“I know. Time got away from us. Then you all came down and I hadn’t had the warehouse that long, and I never even thought about it.”
“Do it now. Every fuckin’ building you own.”
“I’ll start at warehouse and get back to you.” Ronan disconnected the call, and I cursed.
“What’s got you all worked up?”
I looked up at the doorway to my office and found Caity standing there in a dress that fell just above her knees. At fifty-one she was even sexier than she had been at twenty-one.
I leaned back in my chair and crooked my finger at her. She smiled and shut the door. I cleared my throat and glanced at the doorknob. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head.
“I am not locking this door,” she scoffed.
“Then you run the risk of someone walking in and seeing you sprawled out on my desk. And I would really hate to have to kill my best friends.”
She sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, “You won’t have to because we aren’t doinganything in your office. We aren’t teenagers who can’t control our hormones.”
“Speak for yourself,” I said as my lips found hers.
When I pulled back, I asked her, “What are you doing here? I told you to stay put.”
“I’m not locking myself away in your apartment.”
“I need you safe, Caity.”
“You think I don’t know you had someone following me?”
I dropped my eyes. “You weren’t supposed to see him.”
“I didn’t see him. But I know you,” she countered.
My phone rang and I looked at the name. Eyeing Caity as I answered, I said, “What?”
“Hey, boss. Um...” Aidan hesitated before telling me what I’d already guessed as soon as I saw his name. “She lost me.”
“What do you mean, she lost you?”
Aidan Sullivan was one of our best trackers. He was our go-to guy when we needed someone followed. He never lost anyone.
Caity began to fidget in my lap, and I tightened my grip on her hip, preventing her from getting up.
“She went to Quincy.”
I glared at the woman on my lap who refused to look me in the eye.
“She’s here at my office. Get your ass here and make sure she gets home safely.”
“Yes, boss.”
I threw my phone on the desk and scowled at Caity. “Where did you go?”
