Twin One glances at his phone. Twin Two does the same.
“Waiting for the team to give the all-clear,” Twin One replies calmly.
“Team?” I repeat. “I thought you two were my only babysitters.”
“We are yourprotectionteam,” he corrects. “But I’m waiting for the cybersecurity man to confirm no one was seen lingering near the building.”
I blink.
“You have a cybersecurity man?”
Twin Two doesn’t even look up. “Multiple. But, in this case, I’m talking about Foster.”
“I hate my life,” I grumble. “At this point, I might as well move the shop into the compound.”
“Don’t hate that idea.”
I look up and glare at yet another annoying male who has inserted himself into my personal business.
“It’s a horrible idea, Tank.”
“Everything clear?” Maverick asks as he strolls into the shop like he owns it.
“Yep,” Twin Two nods.
“Apart from that moment when she asked if we were identical in… all areas,” Twin One says smoothly. “Wanted us to pull our dicks out so she could measure them.”
My soul leaves my body.
“That is not what happened,” I rush to say.
“Idioti…Of all the men to repeat that in front of,” Maverick mutters, shaking his head, “Tank is at the very bottom of the list.”
The shop goes very, very quiet.
I slowly turn.
Tank is not smiling.
He’s not yelling either.
Which might be worse.
His eyes move from me… to the twins… then back to me.
“You asked what?” he says mildly.
“It was scientific curiosity,” I say quickly. “Entirely professional. And, I didn’t ask them to pull their penis’s out. Idiot Twin One offered.”
Said twin folds his arms.
“She seemed very interested in measurement accuracy.”
I point at him. “You’re fired. As a human.”
Tank steps forward.
“Do I need to worry?” he asks the twins.
