“Fine,” I confirm on my way to the coffee pot.
Aro chuckles, but thankfully doesn’t open his damn mouth to voice his opinion.
“Does that mean she just gave you the cold shoulder the entire weekend?” Ugly asks. “She seems like the type to take the high road.”
There was nothing cold about the way she felt around my dick Saturday evening.
“It was just a normal trip,” I mutter.
“Fine,” Legend confirms as if he doesn’t believe me.
I can’t tell them that Sylvie’s friend from high school gave me bad vibes. Max checked him out, and the guy came back squeaky clean. Pressing the issue at this point would be admitting to the guys more than I can even admit to myself right now.
“Fine,” I agree, ignoring the round of chuckles from all the guys in the room.
“We’re going toJake’stonight,” Aro says after I pour a cup of coffee. “Wanna join?”
His eyes are assessing me as I walk toward him, and I know that my response will be an answer to his unasked question.
“Sure,” I say, drawing my cup to my lips. “I’m in.”
“Really?” Legend asks. “You’re sure?”
I eye him for a minute before nodding. “Yeah. I don’t have plans.”
Going toJake’swith the guys will prevent me from being able to drive past Sylvie’s house a couple of times, a losing battle I fought every second after I drove her home yesterday.
“Spade.” I snap my head in Slick’s direction as she walks into the kitchen. “Kincaid needs you. Conference room.”
I feel several pairs of eyes on me as I stand, grab my cup of coffee from the table, and walk out of the room.
I’ve had more conversations with my boss over the last couple of months than I can count, so I have no idea why my heart rate kicks up a few notches as I make my way to the conference room.
My eyes land on Max first, sitting in the corner behind an expansive amount of computer equipment. I glare in his direction, his presence a confession that he shared with Kincaid my request to look into Will Varon. A hint of misplaced betrayal washes over me before I can push it aside. Max has a job to do just like all of us, and it’s not really fair to him that it pisses me off that he spoke with Kincaid about my request. Knowing that, however, doesn’t stop me from feeling it.
I school my face into one of passivity. At least I do my best to look unbothered by being asked to come in here.
“Should I close the door?”
“No,” Kincaid says, and it’s his way of assuring me I’m not about to get my ass reamed. “Max spoke with me about Will Varon.”
Silence is thick between us. He’s giving me an opportunity to explain why I asked Max to check on the man, but I don’t know how to formulate a response that doesn’t make me sound jealous, something Sylvie was very quick to accuse me of.
“He had a vibe,” I mutter, knowing just how ridiculous it sounds.
“A vibe,” Kincaid confirms.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Do you think you felt that way because he dated Sylvie in high school?”
And there it is. Kincaid may not be using the same inciting language Sylvie used, but the accusation is much the same.
“I’ll remind you that his check came back clean,” Kincaid says, his eyes locked on my fisted hands at my side.
I look in Max’s direction who has the wherewithal to keep his eyes down on his keyboard as he types despite being perfectly capable of using the damn thing without looking.
“It has nothing to do with Sylvie. The guy was just too… perfect. It was out of place. Weird.”