“Tessa won’t touch me. She needs this job.”
Joaquin flashed him a rare smile. “I’m going to take her aside this morning and present her with a new contract. Better sick pay and vacation, tighter nondisclosure…and no nonfraternization clause. She’ll sign. Then you’ll both be off the hook.”
Goddamn it. Their coercion pissed him off. But the thought of touching Tessa while proving she’d done nothing wrong? “Fine. I’m in.”
“We figured.” Logan sounded like an arrogant prick. “You’ve got two weeks—max—or both Trees and Tessa are off the payroll and we bury them professionally. If you fail, we’ll do the same to your fucking ass, too. Now get busy and get it done.”