"Fuck no." That was from Rhett.
"Absolutely not." Graham that time.
"Yeah, I'm not a fan of that." That one was all me. Now that Molly and I agreed to see where things could go with us, I didn't want to be spending wasted time away.
"I know my opinion doesn't matter, but Vegas doesn't sound like a bad place to spend some quality time." Oxford gave the three of us a wicked smirk. Fortunately Rhett managed to throw a pen at our teammate before I could.
"Sometimes, I swear, I lead a daycare instead of a team of former Special Forces operators." Matthew huffed and shook his head. It was obvious he was frustrated over the situation and not in the mood for our antics, but in this line of work, it was either have a dark sense of humor, or we would go insane from the things we said.
Humor was the lesser of two evils.
"Well, if you think about it, the team’s split in half these days. Three old married folks and three younger studs."
It was my turn to whip a pen but at Logan instead. Matthew was standing next to him though and managed to snatch it out of the air. "Enough with throwing pens," Matthew reprimanded us.
"We could be throwing staplers instead." Rhett shrugged his shoulders.
"Let me rephrase. Enough with throwing any office supplies."
"Technically it's four single guys. Caden isn't married either, and tell me again why we can't throw shit?" Oxford gave his two cents.
"Last time I checked, we weren't old," Graham snapped back.
"Because we aren't fucking children."
I'm not sure when the conversation went off the rails, but I was all here for it. Especially because Matthew's head looked like it was ready to explode.
"Go find something to fucking do at this point." Matthew threw his hands up and pointed at the door.
Rhett and I looked at each other and snickered. We successfully managed to tick off Matthew which was our goal at least twenty-five percent of the time. The other seventy-five percent was completing actual work.
Okay, now that I thought about it, that was probably flipped around.
Oh well. I never said I had a boring job.
But in all seriousness, I wanted to find out if there was still someone out there working the drug pipeline we tried to shut down, so yeah, I would be spending the afternoon looking into things.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MOLLY
"And good plans for tonight?" Elle asked as we walked across the parking lot to our cars. I had told her all about last evening over lunch today. I hadn't thought it was possible for my friend to hit the level of screeching she had. To say my best friend was excited for me was an understatement. It was hard not to share in her excitement though. I wanted the pretty picture she painted for me.
"Nothing concrete. Parker suggested dinner again, but then something came up at work, and I haven't heard from him since."
I tried all afternoon not to let it bother me. It wasn't like I needed him to text me every minute of the day. Hell, my own job kept me busy enough that I rarely had time to check my phone but not seeing a message waiting for me at the end of the day hurt just a little.
"Yeah, Rhett told me they were looking into something from their last assignment. He didn't elaborate, but I read between the lines enough to comfortably assume things didn't end as well as they thought."
Parker's silence made sense, then. He would need to focus on his job rather than stroking my uncertainty.
"Then I guess my plans are going to consist of changing into my pajamas when I get home and eating something unhealthy, and probably microwavable, on my couch."
Elle snickered at the mental image I provided. "Now that sounds heavenly."
"Right, because snuggling with my adorable goddaughter is such a major burden." I rolled my eyes.
"You're right. My plan sounds much better."
