“I won’t be naked, and you’ll be the one on the floor,” Red said dryly.
Kit waved his hand. “In your dreams.”
Red wasn’t touching that one with a bargepole. He turned to look at Quinn. “When’s your flight?”
“In two hours. Cade lost his shit so badly, Liam Quick from QuickFire pulled strings and now his boyfriend’s private jet is inbound to fetch me. They hadn’t gotten around to telling me.” Quinn grimaced. “I feel like a package to be collected.”
“Quick has a boyfriend with a private jet?”
“Zach Fyre. Long story for another time. Let’s sort the paperwork out so Dominic doesn’t kill me.
Kit looked impressed. And even Red knew who Zach Fyre was. He needed to remember CDR was connected to powerful people.
“You need to bring your boy home,” Red said.
“You know that. I know that. Hell, everyone knows it. But Daysance is hot property and they don’t want to lose their dominance in the charts.”
“You’ll lose your boy first.”
Quinn scowled at him. “You don’t need to tell me that.”
He clearly wanted to get out of there, so Red ordered Kit to watch TV while he became an employee of CDR via Biker Daddy Bodyguards.
“I want it written in my contract I am not a Daddy,” he insisted.
He swore he heard twin snorts from the couch and from his new boss, but Quinn just typed it in and then Red signed the contract.
Quinn packed everything away and stood, rolling his shoulders. “I’m not happy about leaving you like this when you’ve just started, but you’re right. My boy comes first. Now I need to make nice with my cat. Craig is in charge and Mo is on standby if you need him. I’ve sent you their numbers. Craig will check in with you every day and Doug will manage the teams. He’s grumpy but he’ll always have your back. If you get a call from Josh Cooper, don’t ignore him, even if he is a pain. He’s tracking intel for us on the club Monroe has upset. There are…concerns.”
“TheJosh Cooper?” Red asked cautiously.
Another powerful person with connections in too many places.
“The one and only,” Quinn said drily.
Kit popped up like a jack-in-a-box. “Who’s Josh Cooper?”
“Like you, on steroids,” Red said and Quinn laughed.
“That’s an accurate description of him. Have you met him?”
Red shook his head. “No, just by reputation.”
Kit clapped his hands. “I havegotto meet him.”
“Never in a million years,” Quinn said.
“Never gonna happen,” Red agreed.
Kit and Josh in the same room. Hell no! Red had heard the rumors about Josh. That was enough. He needed to keep his boy well away.
Client.
Not boy.
Remember that.
Chapter Six
