Noah swings his legs, reading the back of the book. “Yup.”
“When Dante took Reed back and?—”
“Yup.”
“While Becca watched as they?—”
“Uh-huh.”
“While she played with her?—”
“Yup.” Noah pops the P. He leans back, looking at Tagar. “Not into the meow meow, but even that made my kitty cat purr.” He winks.
He snatches it back. “It was very good,” Tagar says softly.
“Ugh!” Noah looks back at Jamie. “Baby, when we get out of here, we’ll have to start it.”
“I’ll buddy read it with you,” the large man with the pink shirt says. Who the hell is he? Where the hell are we?
“Devlin, why aren’t you handcuffed?” Hunter holds out his wrists.
“Oh, they didn’t knock me out. Have no idea what they used on you guys. You weren’t out long, though. I’m thinking some sort of dichloromethane. Kenji said it wasn’t chloroform when I asked. I just came here for Noah.”
“You just let them take Noah?” Hunter asks.
Shame seems to light up this man’s face. “It isn’t a matter of ‘let,’ when dealing with Kenji. You don’t get in his way,” he says seriously.
“What is this guys deal?” Hunter asks.
Devlin swallows hard, his Adam’s apple shifting slowly with the movement. His eyes flick quickly to the man by the door, then the one at the desk. “You know in the movies when the good guy always hesitates to kill the bad guy? And you’re screaming for them to shoot and kill them, but they freeze instead?” Hunter nods. “Yeah, well. Kenji never freezes. He will kill you without blinking twice and not feel any type of way about it.”
Who the hell are these people?!
“This one is about Quinton and that quarterback, right?” Noah goes through the small stack of books, holding up one with a soft blue cover. Tagar’s eyes narrow before he nods. “Ugh. Love sports romances. I’m a bit of an athlete myself actually. I was a cheerleader for my old college hockey team.”
“Doing the splits all over my teammates is not the same as being a cheerleader.” Hunter growls.
“Well. Someone was definitely cheering.” Noah folds his arms.
“I bet you’re very flexible,” Devlin says dreamily.
“I hate everyone in this room,” Jamie whispers.
The bodyguard by the door is watching Noah, his face growing more irritated with every word. “Not to alarm you,” Noah whispers loudly to Tagar. “But I think that guard by thedoor has the hots for you. He’s giving you these dreamy eyes.” Noah leans in a little. “I think I’m making him jealous,” he whispers loudly.
Tagar looks up then slides his eyes to the man at the door. I swear I see red creep up his neck. “No he’s not,” he growls low.
“I don’t know,” Noah teases. “I have an eye for these things.” Noah’s brows wiggle.
“I’m straight.” The man at the door glowers.
Noah snorts. “Sure thing.” He winks at Tagar. “You know, Jamie and I have a bit of a romantic love story.” Noah holds his hand up, showing off his ring. “Till death do us part, baby.”
“Death can happen at any moment.” Devlin looks at Jamie. “Blink of an eye.”
“When you least expect it,” Hunter murmurs.
“No.” Devlin glares at Jamie. “When you most expect it. When you’re the most aware that you’re about to die.”
