“I can do it,” Daphne says. “I love phone calls.”
“No,” Oliver and I say at the same time.
He sighs heavily. “Fine. What do you want?”
“Anything you can find out about the security firm Technique Group. Rhys—my accidental roommate—worked for them, and my instincts are screaming that everything’s not okay there. I have copies of court filings they made against each other when he left the company, but there’s always more to it than what they spill in legal paperwork.”
“You can’t have your security detail do this?” he grumbles.
“I don’t want it linked back to me.”
“And yet you’re askingmeto do the phone calls…”
“The entire world believes I hate you right now. You’re actually the best person for the job.”
“Why do you have to be so logical?”
“Does he whine this much all the time, Daph?”
“Instead of answering that the way I want to, I’m just gonna say no,” she replies. “And you’re welcome. Because my real answer is full of innuendos and details that you don’t want to hear.”
Oliver snickers.
“Gotta go,” I tell them as I pull into the parking lot. “I’m at work.”
“Figure out if you can trust the triplets or not soon,” Daph says. “I want to meet them too.”
“I’m not sure the town’s ready for a fourth of them.”
She giggles.
I smile.
Daph and I aren’t very much alike. We have our own goals and dreams and brands of fun.
But I still adore the shit out of her.
I pause in my van to put on my name tag and unplug my phone, and when I look up, there’s a freaking bull moose standing right in front of me.
I shriek.
He snorts.
With Daphne’s voice still in my head, I lift my phone and pull up the camera app and snap a few photos, my heart beating a little too fast and the hairs on my neck standing up too.
Why are moose so big?
And why is this guy so close?
Rhys pulls into the parking spot next to mine in his truck, and I look over at him, then point to the moose, likewhat the fuck?
He shrugs.
Then he honks his horn.
The moose startles, then snorts at the truck, and finally meanders away.
I turn anotherwhat the fuck?look at Rhys.
