“Which scares the shit out of me.” I don’t need to say what we are both thinking. “We should have drawn straws or something to decide who got to stay with her.”
“Real mature.”
Warren places another mug of coffee in front of me and I hit it back like Johnny Walker on New Year’s Eve. Another wave of caffeine jolts through my system and wards off sleep for the moment.
“Honestly our plan was to seduce her over the holidays. None of us said we would whisk her off to another country. This is new territory for all of us.”
Hearing Warren admit to flying by the seat of his pants has me stopping cold, mug halfway to my lips.
“We all agreed if we saw a chance, we would take it. Don’t let it eat you up that there’s not a script for the next part. That New Year’s party wasn’t planned either and it went rather well, don’t cha think? I had no idea she would be there.”
Warren is quiet, lost in his head. probably mapping out everything we have to do down to the time we eat dinner and dessert. I grin to myself. Maybe Jemma will help loosen him up. Ever since I’ve known the man, he has been wound tight. Controlling, most people say. Most days I agree. But after getting to know him I realize it goes deeper than control. His family depends on him and he takes that shit seriously.
I peer into my empty coffee cup and move it aside. I take the laptop and fire it up. Maybe I could read that counter-proposal in fifteen minutes. But the screen opens up to where we left it on the flight over.
I scroll, my eyes going wide the longer I look.
“Holy shit. She did it.”
“What?” Warren spins the computer around.
“Found the missing section of code. She solved the problem.”
“Let me see again.” I flip the laptop around and point to the section of code. “Here you see that? Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.”
Warren’s eyes are as wide as mine. “When did she have time?”
“I guess while we snored our asses off she got up.”
I lean my elbows on the counter. “Is it wrong to get a hard on for someone's brain?”
Warren whips his head back and forth. “Nope.”