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“I like to think so.”

“And who are those good guys?”

“I can’t discuss my clients.”

“Okay then, why do you do this at The Surf Club?”

“Because I can mask the IP here easier.”

That made no sense to me, but I didn’t go after it because he could explain it, and it would still make no sense to me. Sure, I knew what an IP address was, but what made it easier to mask, I didn’t know.

I also didn’t care.

“So you are totally a computer guru,” I stated.

“Mostly, I’m an accountant. But I know my way around a computer, yeah.”

“As such, and mind you, you can say no. This isn’t extortion. I’m never going to tell anyone about what you do, except the Angels, obvs. But you might be able to do some bits and bobs for the Angels on your computer.”

“They told me if you ever figured it out, you’d recruit me,” he mumbled.

“Who told you?”

“The head dude, the tall, ex-surfer guy.”

Mace, operations manager of the Phoenix branch of NI&S, Knox’s boss.

Holy hell.

This was crazy.

“And yes, I’d be willing to do stuff for you, if I know how to do it,” Byron said. “But I don’t work for free.”

I sat back, disappointed. “If you know about us, you know we do work for free. And our day jobs are servers, bakers, and bartenders. It’s not like we’re rolling in it.”

“No, I mean, you have to set me up on a date with your sister.”

It was a wonder I didn’t fall out of my chair and roll across the room, that bowled me over so viciously.

“Say what?” I asked.

“I want you to set me up with your sister,” he repeated.

“Dream,” I said to confirm.

“Yeah. Dream,” he confirmed.

Okay, I needed time with this.

First, I was no cockblocker.

As far as I knew, Dream had sworn off men post-baby daddy number three.

However, if the spirit moved her, a girl had to get herself some.

And Byron had a full head of brown hair, nice features, and he was taller than her (and the Nelson family ran tall, for instance, I was five feet eight). Obviously, he was highly intelligent, and since I’d spent nearly every working day with him for six years, I felt relatively safe in saying he seemed like a nice guy.

He might be good at giving “some.”