“I’d say you’re wrong, but we’d both know it’s a lie. Most of my thoughts were about not wanting to leave bed.”
He hummed, dragging his hand across my chest as he rolled away. I grumbled at the loss of his warmth.
“Let me make it easy, then. Neither of us will be able to sleep if we stay in bed. We’re workaholics to our core. We won’t feel at peace until we track these assholes down.”
I sat up. “Yeah. Speaking of tracking them down, I need access to the security footage in the casino. It’ll be a crush of bodies, I know. Still want to try to find the guy with the knife.”
“There’s access to it on my tablet.”
“Of course there is.” Rolling my eyes, I climbed out of bed and reached for my clothes. “You could probably run the world from that tablet, couldn’t you, Daddy?”
He tilted his head, a curve to his lips that told me he was amused. “Sure can, baby. Don’t you worry about it though. I’ll show you how it works. No need to be jealous.”
I tugged my shirt down a bit harder than necessary. Not because he was right or anything. How could I be jealous of a piece of shit—er, I mean, technology.
His tablet couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t kiss him. The damn thing wasn’t fuckable. I had no doubt of my importance to my man.
“I wish JJ were here. He’d be great to have on hand with all this shit.”
Henny nodded as he slid his dress shoes on. “It would be great if Jean could be here. Maybe he knows a thing or two though. I won’t count him out considering he’s in deep enough to have access to a lot more intel than we originally planned."
It wasn’t the first time we spoke in code about JJ’s work. Henny knew more than I did about it all. Most of their plan was need to know, and all I had to understand was that things could get bad, and I might need to shoot.
Perfectly fine with me.
“You ready?” Henny’s voice pulled me from the thoughts.
I looked down at myself, checking that I had everything I needed. After gathering a couple of weapons and throwing on a jacket, I nodded.
“Good to go.”
His hand reached for mine. I practically skipped over to him. With our fingers laced, we left the suite. Things were still running at full speed when we reached the lobby.
A harried Dario was standing with a clipboard amongst several employees. They all looked to be talking at once. To his part, Dario didn’t outwardly show his anger. But it was still there. In the curl of shoulders and the white tips of his fingers.
“We should rescue him,” Henny announced.
“Who?”
“You know exactly who I mean. Dario covered for us so we could talk. Now we need to take things over again.”
I tugged on his arm. “We need to take over?”
His eyes met mine. “Of course I mean we. Who the hell else would I trust to stand at my side?”
Oh, fuck yes.
“If you insist,” I teased.
Dario ignored everyone around him once he spotted us. “You’ve returned.”
“We have.” I replied in an equally robotic tone.
He didn’t call me out for it. Henny did though, squeezing my hand tightly once before letting me go to take the clipboard from Dario.
I scowled at the change. His hand should always be in mine. Screw the paperwork.
“What all is left to be done?” Henny asked.
