“I’ve been away from you for years. Isn’t that enough reason to want to see your ass—face?” he replies with a twist of his lips.
“I thought my ass was too narrow.” I deepen my voice to mimic his words from the first night I came back to town.
Remy’s hands wrap around my hips, and he tugs me backward so I’m snug against him. “I’ll take your ass any way I can get it,” he murmurs near my ear. My body relaxes against his, and he steps away, leaving me missing the feel of him pushed up against me. “Besides, I’m going to have it filled out in no time.” He delivers a quick, but stinging crack to my ass cheek with his palm.
I tuck my butt in, and my hand goes to the spot to rub the ache away.
“What the fuck, man?” I hear from behind me. I close my eyes and refrain from stomping my foot. It hasn’t even been a half hour since I texted him and he’s here. What happened to an hour or two?
“Ambrose—Agent Decker.” I spin to face him, realizing I should have opted for the blazer when he looks down at me and tilts his head to the side.
“Frances?” He says my name as if he might have the wrong person.
“Who the hell are you?” Remy steps up behind me again, lining his body up with mine.
“Remy, this is my colleague, Special Agent Decker.” I move to step to the side so I’m still between the two men.
Ambrose gives me the stink eye before focusing back on Remy.
“Ambrose, this is Remy, my… Remy Broussard,” I finish when I don’t know what to call him. A friend, and old boyfriend, part of my future harem?
I feel Remy glare at the side of my head, then he turns his attention back toward Ambrose. I hear the chime from the front door tinkle, and then Grayson’s and Felix’s voices as they speak to whoever is out front.
I tug at the V-neck of my shirt, even though it’s loose, but I’m hot. This hallway must be shrinking or something.
At least you’re always entertaining,Percival supplies jovially. I feel his little claws digging into the fabric of my jeans as he circles his way up my leg.
“You’re such an asshole,” I grit out through a smile, like having a mink crawl up my leg is no biggie for me.
Ambrose wrongly assumes I’m talking to Remy. “Yeah, you can’t do stuff like that, guy. She is fully capable of arresting you.”
“Oh no, not him. He can do that.” I spin to face Remy and glare at him. “I mean he can’t do that when I’mworking.” I face Ambrose again.
“It’s not okay just when you’re at work?” Ambrose tucks his hand in his pocket and scrutinizes me.
“Did you bring the seer?” I try to look around him, hoping for a subject change, but I end up finding Felix and Grayson holding brown bags in their hands.
Grayson takes one look at my face, then brushes past Ambrose so he can step up next to me. I can feel how red my face is by the heat rising over my cheeks. Felix joins our group, and I start introductions again.
“Agent Ambrose Decker, this is Grayson and Felix. We all grew up together.” Now why the hell couldn’t I think of that thirty seconds ago? “Guys, this is Ambrose. We work together sometimes.”
Testosterone is getting thick. Each of them would be able to provide you young,Percival announces, as if that’s the end-all and be-all.
“Not helping,” I singsong.
You could always make them fight it out.Percival makes the short jump from my shoulder to Felix’s and perches there.
“No, no.” My voice goes deeper as I respond, shaking my head.
“Are you feeling all right?” Ambrose asks, acting like the guys aren’t even around.
“I’m good. I just wasn’t expecting everyone at once. Sorry, it’s been a long few days.” I dismiss my awkwardness with a wave.
“The seer will be here soon. He had his own travel plans,” Ambrose informs me, answering my earlier question.
“Good. Why don’t we get set up back here, and I can fill you in?” I tip my head toward the breakroom.
“We brought lunch.” Felix lifts the bag a little, and I can see grease stains. “It’s from Jimmy’s,” he tempts.
