I never told them where I kept it.
And if they didn’t grab it?—
Then someone else might have.
“Shit,” I hissed as I kicked my feet off the desk.
“Is everything all right?”
The voice behind me made me squeak as I whipped up and turned around. With all six televisions going behind me, I watched as a blond-haired, blue-eyed man appeared in the doorway of Ghost’s room.
He lifted his hand. “Wrecker.”
Ah, Amanda’s man. I swallowed and gave a little wave. “Hi.”
He motioned to the television screens behind me. “You okay? My girl wanted me to come check on you. Said you made a quick exit from the kitchen table.”
I just shrugged and turned back to the monitors. “Is there any way to get a message to them while they’re in there?”
“Why?” the man asked.
“I forgot to tell them where I usually keep my work laptop, if those men haven’t already taken it.”
I felt him walk up beside me and I flinched a bit.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
I shook my head softly. “Just a reflex.”
I felt him staring down at me, but I didn’t look back up at him, I continued to look at the screen.
“Where do you usually keep it?” he finally asked.
“Under the fridge,” I said.
I felt his confusion. “Under the fridge?”
I nodded. “Mhm.”
“Why?”
“It was something my boss told me to do when I was issued the laptop for work.”
There was a pause. “He told you to put it under your fridge?”
“No, he told me to find a place where I could lock it down, so that if my place was ever robbed, no one would find it.”
“So, you put it under the fridge.”
I shrugged as I looked up at him. “Who looks under the fridge when robbing someone, you know?”
Those icy blue eyes of his studied my face. “Yeah.”
I furrowed my brow. “What?”
He drew in a short breath and looked back at the screens. “Nothing, just thinking.”
“About?”
