“No, it isn’t. You’re going to feel like a ball of mush with all of that tension draining out of you. It will be great, and you’ll get to spend some more time with Vienna. It’s a win-win.”
He leads the way down the hallway to my room. We both pause in front of the door, looking toward the room the others are in. “I should probably wake Colton and get him to hack the warehouse surveillance feed, right?” Despite everything, I’m still nervous about my feelings for the others.
Before we can make a decision, the door opens, and Colton peers out, blinking at the bright light of the hallway. “I thought I heard someone out here.” He rubs a hand across his naked chest. “You guys okay? Are you going to come back? Vienna says you were here earlier in the night but had to go out for work.”
“Ah, yeah, we’re good,” I reply, distracted by his naked skin. These men really are a work of art, like someone sculpted them out of clay. Shaking my head, I move closer to him, feeling Sage at my back. “Um, I know it’s late and you’re probably still hurting, but I was wondering if it would be possible for you to help us out?”
Asking for any kind of help is difficult for me. I like to be able to do everything, but even I know hacking a surveillance feed is beyond my meagre hacking skills.
His eyes brighten, and he becomes more alert. “You want my help? Sure, what can I do for you?”
Sage groans and mutters, “So many things.”
I roll my eyes at his reaction but focus on Colt. “Ah, so Sage and I may have done a little B and E this evening.”
He becomes even more alert, his body tightening with awareness. “Are you guys okay? You didn’t get caught or hurt, did you?”
I wave him off. “No, nothing like that, but I’m embarrassed to admit I forgot about the surveillance cameras.”
Before I even finish explaining, he spins around and reenters their room. Sage and I exchange a glance and follow him. He turns on one of the overhead lights and sits down at the small desk, then he opens up his laptop, and his fingers start flying across the keyboard.
“What’s the address? I’ll hack the feed and erase it.”
“What’s going on?” Xavier sits up in bed, and I see the other two stir as well.
“Just helping Tori and Sage out with something. Go back to sleep.” Colton doesn’t look away from the screen, his focus on the task at hand.
“Hi, how’s your arm and shoulder?” I ask him when he winces, sitting up further.
“A little sore,” he admits, and I walk over, grabbing the bottle of pain pills from the side table and tapping a couple into my palm before passing them to him.
“Here, take these. There is no point in being in pain if you can avoid it.” I hand him the glass of water that is also there, and he doesn’t hesitate to throw them back.
“Are you guys okay?” Vienna sniffs. “You don’t smell smoky this time.”
Sage chuckles. “Nothing quite as dramatic as arson. Just liberating some enemies of something that doesn’t belong to them,” he says vaguely.
“What’s the address?” Colton asks me, and as I rattle it off, Sage pulls the backpack from his shoulder with a cheeky grin.
“How about some role play? You can be Demi Moore, and I’ll be Robert Redford, and I’ll offer you money to sleep with your wife,” he says to Tristan who frowns.
“I’m so much better looking than Woody Harrelson.”
Sage starts pouring the cash onto the bed.
Vienna’s eyes grow wide, but then she purses her lips. “So you think I’m a whore?”
He tosses the bag to the side when he’s finished and puts a finger under her chin, lifting it so he can place a kiss on her lips.
“A very expensive one.” He winks, and she rolls her eyes.
I shake my head at his antics as Tristan wrinkles his nose.
“Ugh, do you know how dirty money is?”
Sage toes his shoes off and leaps onto the bed, making money angels. Vienna giggles at his behavior and showers him with bills.
“Who cares? I’ve always wanted to roll around in a mountain of cash.”
