Oliver checked it out, eyes greedily raking over the cool new toys. Looked like an Apple store had hacked out a hairball of amazing right there.
“Figured you’d need a place of your own.”
“For?”
“Helping out.” Reidar frowned as he turned toward him. “Considering all you’ve done, I just thought…”
Oliver waited.
“Thought we’d bring you on full-time. That is if you’re looking for employment.”
“Is it a paid position?”
“Of course.” Reidar grinned. “I mean, you’ve got some cool digs to chill in, but the rest … we don’t expect you to hide out here forever. Just try to keep a low profile for a while longer.”
A month ago, Oliver would’ve still been on the kiss-my-ass bus, but after watching them work for the past few weeks, it’d become clear they weren’t simply blowing smoke up his ass about being in danger. Hell, Søren had gone so far as to pull up an image of Seraphina in all her natural glory, and to think he’d dipped his wick in that… A chill raced down his spine.
“You cool?”
Pulling himself out of the gutter thoughts, Oliver nodded. “I’m cool. Traffic cams.”
“Yep.” Reidar tapped a bright yellow Post-it stuck to the top of the table. “This is Orianna’s address, which is the last place Asmia was seen. Considering she wouldn’t have gone willingly, Perfidious couldn’t rely on her to vapor-it to his hideout, so we’re hoping the cams got a glimpse of them. According to Orianna’s vision, they’re holed up in a warehouse. Don’t have a clue where.”
“But if I can tie in their movements…” Oliver dropped into the chair, pulled the keyboard toward him.
He couldn’t stop the smile that formed. Back before he’d been dragged kicking and screaming to Angel Central, he’d merely dreamed of a setup like this. Now … now he was getting into the thick of it. Being useful for the first time in a long damn time.
“I’ll be back to check in,” Reidar called out. “I need to follow up with Obsidian. See what Michael wanted.”
Oliver nodded, not even sure what the angel said. He was too busy getting acquainted with his new baby.
Acadia could feel Kaj’s eyes on her, knew he was tracking her as she moved across the room. She did her best to ignore him, but it wasn’t easy.
It dawned on her that he might be thinking about the last time they were together in this room. On that particular sofa, in fact. He had been on top of her, his big, strong body pushing deep in—
“Hey, you got a minute?”
As she came to a full stop, Acadia’s gaze collided with Eclipse. It took a moment to eject that erotic image from her head as she focused on the male’s face.
“Acadia?”
Yep. That was her name.
She gave her noggin a mental shake to free herself from her thoughts, then focused on Eclipse. “Something wrong?”
“Maybe.” He canted his head toward the far side of the room, started walking.
Hoping she could prove useful in the efforts to find Asmia, Acadia followed the male.
“I need you to do something for me,” Eclipse said softly as he tucked into an empty corner.
“Anything, sire.”
For a moment, Eclipse’s attention drifted over her head, locking on something behind her. When he glanced back, she could see the concern in his eyes.
“It’s not my place to pry, but…” He exhaled heavily. “Look, I had a chat with Kaj, and he told me flat out that you’re his mate.”
Acadia narrowed her eyes, gearing up to tell him that was nonsense, but Eclipse stopped her when he held up his palm.
