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“All right, then,” Storm grumbles, sinking into the other side of the couch as Laney frowns.
“Is that a problem?”
I shake my head. “Nah, sweetheart. We were just curious. If we’re going to protect you, it helps to have all the information, you know?”
“Yeah, I understand,” she agrees before her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Do y’all mind if I watch TV?”
“It’s your house, Darlin’. Do whatever you like and we’ll be here to keep you safe.”
She turns on the TV and I pull my phone out of my pocket, a photo of Tate greeting me as soon as I unlock my screen. Fighting back a smile, I pull up the feed from her house and search through the cameras before I find her lying in bed, reading. Fuck, that might be even sexier than the time I peeked in on her getting undressed. Yeah, it happened. Don’t fucking judge me, though. I’m only a man. I need to see her again.
Closing out of the cameras, I pull up our texts and send one to her.
Me:
You free this weekend?
I go back to the camera and watch her place her book on the bed as she grabs her phone. When she reads my message, she smiles and if I wasn’t sitting with Laney and Storm right now, I would jump up and do a fist pump. My phone vibrates in my hand and I click on her message.
Tate:
Why?
Me:
Do you always have to be difficult?
I want to take you up to my cabin.
“Dude,” Storm says and my head whips up, already listening for danger before I realize that he’s smiling.
“What?”
He starts laughing. “You’re so fucking screwed.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Dropping his head back, he laughs harder before mimicking me on my phone with a wide goofy smile on his face. “I’m talking about you with your nose buried in that phone, texting a girl.”
“You have no idea what I’m doing on my phone,” I scoff.
“Sure, I don’t. I was only the exact same way a year ago when I met Ali and now look at me,” he says, holding up his left hand where his wedding ring sits.
“What’s her name?” Laney asks and I scoff again.
“There’s no girl.”
Storm turns to Laney and points to my face. “You see that face right there, sweetheart?”
She nods.
“That face means there’s definitely a girl.”
My phone vibrates again and I roll my eyes before glancing down at it.
Tate:
I don’t know about that.
