And then I wonder if I’m being an asshole by thinking she needs my help. I settle on the fact that she deserves my help.
“We’re looking at maybe a week, ten days?” Deacon says as he gives a warning knock on Wren’s closed office door.
“We knock now?” I ask with a smile, already hearing the damn bird squawking on the other side.
“Unless you want to use bleach on your eyes, I’d suggest it,” he mutters.
“You could fire him or write him up for inappropriate behavior at work. He shouldn’t be in there looking at porn and stroking his dick.”
“It’s more like he’s bossing Whitney around on a live feed. Last week, I forgot to knock, and I can tell you seeing what I saw made me want to go to church.”
“Are you telling him about the maid costume or the Pokémon butt plug?”
I huff out a laugh at Quinten as he walks up and slaps me on the back.
“Hey, man. Glad you’re back.”
I give him a quick nod.
“Pokémon?” I ask, not a hundred percent sure I really want to know.
“I’ll never see Pikachu the same again,” Deacon mutters before turning the doorknob.
“Your choice, babe, but you know how I’ll respond either way.”
“Oh, God!” I hear Whitney hiss before the screen of one of Wren’s computers goes black.
Wren chuckles like we all didn’t just see a flash of his naked woman.
“See?” Deacon hisses.
“You should fire him,” I say as Wren spins around in his office chair to smile at us.
“I fucking wish,” Deacon says, but he doesn’t mean it.
Wren Nelson is the heartbeat of the team. Without him, nothing works. I honestly feel sorry for any company needing information in real time that doesn’t have someone even half as resourceful as this guy.
“Did you see her tits?” Puff screams from his perch on the other side of the room. “Oh hey, Amigo!”
I give the bird a slight wave, trying not to grin. The stupid thing entertained my kid when he was zombie-like, so I’m kind of warming up to him.
“Where’s your spawn?”
Now I glare at the bird.
“What did I tell you about taking care of personal business during company time?” Deacon asks Wren, ignoring the bird as best he can.
“Get him, boss man.” That demand from the bird doesn’t even deter Deacon.
Wren shrugs. “I was on personal time two nights ago when—”
“Oh, God, Wren! Just like that!” Puff squeals in a high-pitched voice before dropping it a couple of octaves. “Yeah, bitch. Come all over Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”
My eyebrows shoot to my hairline. Quinten chuckles behind me. I’d think Deacon was unfazed if it weren’t for the tick in his jaw.
Wren points to his bird. “When I had to stop what I was doing to get that information that you needed.”
“It took twenty minutes for you to call me back,” Deacon growls, the words being pushed through clamped teeth.
“And that altered my evening schedule. Round three is just as important as the first two.”
“Round three?” Quinten grumbles. “How does the computer nerd get all the action?”
“Have you seen his cock?” Puff Daddy snaps in defense of his owner. “Hmm? Have you?”
Wren winks at Quinten before turning his attention back to Deacon. “Anything else?”
“Maybe you should turn your computer monitors so people can’t see them when they walk in,” our boss suggests.
“I’d need a bigger office.”
“This room was built to your specifications,” Deacon reminds him.
Wren shrugs. “Wait until I tell you to come in then.”
I clamp a hand on Deacon’s shoulder before he can cross the room. “Can we discuss this case?”
Chapter 26
Tinley
“We can break some windows,” Alex offers as he grabs the strap of his backpack. “I can pull all the doors down after school.”
I laugh because it’s better than crying in front of my son. I count it as a win that I’ve been able to keep my tears on my pillowcase after he goes to bed instead of needing to walk out of the room to cry.
“It’s already too late for that. The house has been sold. The new owner is coming today.”
“I don’t want you here alone with some strange man.”
“I’ll be fine,” I tell him, taking a little pride in the protective young man I’ve raised.
“Mom,” he groans. “Just let me stay home.”
“And miss that math test we stayed up late and studied for?” I pat his cheek. “Not a chance. Just remember please excuse my—”
“Dear Aunt Sally. Yeah, yeah I got it.”
He presses a quick kiss to my cheek before heading out to the bus stop.
Only for a second do I contemplate doing exactly what he suggested and damaging the house in hopes that it would make the guy coming today change his mind, but I was right in what I told him. The deal is done. The paperwork has been signed—Cooper taking care of all of it—and honestly, I could use my half of the money.