“Yeah, probably too much. I’ll send you the details as soon as you get back, then you guys can take off.”
“Okay. I should be back in Portland later tonight.”
“Sounds good.”
When the call ended, I knew I’d done the right thing by taking this job. Now I could tell him everything and he couldn’t run away from me.
CHAPTER 8
BRENT
“I’m sendingyou with the Commander to San Francisco for a couple of days to do some surveillance on your buddy, Clay Turner.”
I blinked at GQ as I sat across from his desk. “Come again?”
He grinned at me like he knew something I didn’t. “You heard me. It’s standard procedure and shouldn’t take more than two or three days to get what they need. It’s for Greer.”
My pulse kicked up an extra beat or two at the thought of being on a boring surveillance assignment with John. My mind went back to the kiss in the coffee shop. The possibilities were endless of ways to occupy ourselves while we waited, except he didn’t want a fuck buddy. He wanted a partner.
Ugh. What a waste of a good time. Unless he changed his mind. Or couldn’t keep his hands off me.
“Dreamboat! Stop thinking with your dick and listen,” he laughed.
“Are you serious? You’re sending me to the gay capital of the world and don’t expect me to think about it?”
He tilted his head to the side and gave me that smartass grin of his. “Are you going to be okay to go with the Commander?”
I huffed out a breath. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
That was a lie. I was dying inside knowing my sexy new roommate had a dick like a baseball bat and didn’t want to break down my door anymore. It was like buying a Lamborghini just to look at it. What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Are we doing twenty-four-hour surveillance, or do we get to have some fun?”
“You can do whatever you want after work. How’s that?”
I raised my brows. “That works. But book us in the Castro since we have limited time. I don’t want to go speeding across town like Cinderfella trying to get my coach to the club by midnight.”
GQ burst out laughing. “You’re a dumbass. And it’soneroom. You’re sharing.”
I was horrified. “How am I supposed to hook up with John in the room? It might be awkward for him unless he’s into watching. You should think about that since he’s new.”
GQ threw his head back and laughed. “You’d love an audience. And knowing you, I bet you’d invite him to participate.”
I shrugged. He wasn’t wrong.
“By the way, when was the last time you spent all night with someone?”
New Year's Eve in Vegas.But I didn’t tell him that.
I shrugged. “It’s been a while. But I wouldn’t want to be rude. I couldn’t leave him out.”
GQ’s expression changed as he studied me. “What’s going on with you? Something’s up.”
“No there’s not. What makes you think that? I’m the same me as always.”
I wasn’t ready to tell him what happened when I went home. Or that I was a little shaken that someone wanted me dead. They were my problem to deal with, not my team. My friends hadenough to deal with and didn’t need my fucked up problems on top of it.
“I know you, and I know when you’re hurting. Is your dad going to be okay? You can take more time if you need it. John can handle San Fran alone.”
