Brantley wasn’t sure he was comfortable with that idea.Or rather, he wasn’t sure how Travis would react if he knew they were holding back.However, he understood, and it did make sense to let the team come up with a plan before he ended up getting a barrage of questions he couldn’t answer.
Brantley nodded, reluctantly.“All right.”
They started toward the house.
“You up for visiting JJ and the babies?”he asked, needing something to do that didn’t involve stalking Archer and Atticus, waiting for information that would likely take a couple of days to compile.
“Great idea.”
Yes, it was.
Slade did not like the fact thathe was assigned the fucking statue case.
More than that, he did not like the fact that Atticus was currently closed up in a room with Archer.Sure, he could see them through the glass, but were they even talking about the case?Or were they chatting it up like new partners do?Getting to know each other, sharing war stories.
Shaking his head, Slade tried to dislodge the insane jealousy.It wasn’t warranted.Atticus hadn’t done anything that would make him think the guy was cheating.
So why the fuck couldn’t he stop obsessing?
Thankfully, his phone rang, distracting him, if only for a moment.He glanced at the screen, saw it was Ethan.
“Hey, man,” Slade greeted.
“I talked to Braydon.He said he might have some information for you.”
“Why didn’t he call me himself?”
“He’s on a job, can’t get away.Said to meet him at the diner at one.That’s the earliest he can get away.”
Slade glanced at his watch.It was noon.
“Will do.”
“Talk atcha later,” Ethan said before hanging up.
He had an hour to sit there and obsess over Atticus looking all chummy with his new partner, or he could get out of the building for a little while.It really was a no-brainer.
An hour later, Slade was standing by his truck in the diner parking lot, keeping an eye out for Braydon’s truck.The guy was already five minutes late, and Slade had to wonder whether he was being stood up.
To be fair, he couldn’t care less about the damn statue.So what if someone stole the fucking thing?They could get a new one if it mattered that much to them.
He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen to once again check the time.The next thing he knew, he was pulling up the text thread he had with Carson and Atticus, looking to see if there was anything new.There wasn’t.He knew that.But he looked anyway and that pissed him off.
His thoughts instantly went back to last night when the three of them had collapsed in his bed after one of the best orgasms Slade had ever had in his life.He could still hear Atticus’s and Carson’s voices in his head, ruining what he thought was the start of something incredible.
This is good, huh?
Damn good.
I think we should do more of this.
Yeah?
Definitely.Let’s just keep it casual from here on out.Just fucking.
Then the guy had the audacity to ask him if he was okay with that.What was Slade supposed to say?No, I’m not.I’d prefer we run down to the courthouse and get married.He’d wanted to say that, but instead, he had agreed because what else could he say?
Casual sex with Atticus and Carson.He wasnotokay with that, dammit.
