The words were spoken softly from his right and it took a second to register Bijou’s voice.
“No,” he said at the same time he nodded an affirmative.
A fucking angel.
With wings.
Seriously.
“I take it you’ve never seen one in their feathered form?” Bijou teased.
“No.” He peered over, aware his eyes were like saucers.
Her smile was so damn sweet, it was almost enough to put a kibosh on the weirdness factor. But not quite.
“You know your sister has them too, right?”
Oliver’s gaze shot across the room to land on Penelope. “Wings?”
Bijou giggled. “So that’s a no.”
What the fuck?
“Hey, man. You think you could give us a hand?” Reidar asked, stepping right in front of him.
Peering up at the angel, Oliver cocked an eyebrow. “With?”
Reidar nodded in the direction of the war room. “You’ve got some mad skills and I was hoping you could see if you could hack some traffic cams.”
“Why can’t Miklós do it?” It wasn’t that he was opposed to helping out, but Oliver usually took a back seat to the experts. “Or Søren?”
“Miklós is … he’s out of commission at the moment. And Søren’s taking care of something else. If you can’t, it’s no big.”
“I’ll do it,” he announced.
Reidar had been cool with him after all. Well, after their trip to the mansion, anyway. Oliver couldn’t say the guy was his favorite considering he’d hog-tied him in the back seat of his Camaro and hauled his ass all this way. But considering he’d plucked Oliver straight out of what he hadn’t realized was a fucking nightmare, he felt a tad indebted to him.
“Cool.” Reidar led the way to the war room.
“Do all of you have wings?” he blurted, the words simply tumbling right out of his mouth.
Reidar peered over at him, smirked. “Yeah.”
Leaning back, Oliver gave the guy’s enormous back a quick scan. No way was he hiding that shit under that tight T-shirt.
“If we flaunted them, wouldn’t do much for keeping on the DL, now would it?”
“Guess not.”
“Here we are.” Reidar motioned toward a fancy setup on one of the back tables.
“What’s this?”
“Your new workstation. Like?”
Oliver’s head snapped over to the angel. “Mine?”
Reidar nodded, his gaze scanning all the fancy shit laid out before them.
