It was a large room, but dark. Mostly only lit by a series of screens. Some hung from the wall and she saw that they appeared to be displaying camera feeds. She saw images of a huge wooden house with a gorgeous wrap-around porch. Was that on their land? But why would they have a house and this bunker?
She made a mental note to ask Zander later.
Other than the couch that Honey sat on, which had a coffee table in front of it and a large TV mounted on the wall, the room was mostly made up of several desks in a U-shape with computers set up. Then, along the other wall, was a small cot and a set of drawers.
Did someone sleep here?
“It is,” Zander replied firmly.
She stiffened as the tension in the room grew. Then the elevator doors opened.
“I’m telling you, man. The Joker is a way better villain than The Riddler,” Webb said as he stepped out beside Ammo. His face creased into a smile as he saw her. “Kiki girl, I didn’t know you were coming to the meeting! About time Zander let you out of that room.” He moved over to her, then wrapped her up in his arms, hugging her.
Briefly.
Because before she could even comprehend that she was in his arms, he was being dragged away from her and a large body injected itself between them.
“Mine,” Zander growled.
She peered around his wide back to look at Webb, whose eyes had grown comically large. The other man held up his hands. “Hey, man. I know that. Wasn’t coming on to your girl. Just giving her a hug.”
“Well, don’t.” Turning, Zander picked her up and carried her over to a chair. She glanced at Webb over his shoulder. The other man gave her a shocked look.
Zander sat and settled her on his lap.
“You might as well just piss on me,” she whispered in his ear, feeling kind of embarrassed yet satisfied all at the same time.
Because the look on Eli, Ammo, and Honey’s faces?
Priceless.
“That’s not my kink, but if it’s what you’re into, we can negotiate,” he replied.
Her mouth dropped open, and she turned to stare at him in shock.
The bastard just winked at her.
Pimplebutt.
“Right, shall we get on with the meeting?” Eli grumbled. “I’ve got an engine to rebuild.”
“Yes, and I’m making cupcakes after this,” Zander added.
“Cupcakes?” Honey asked. “But it’s Italian night tonight.”
What did that mean?
“I thought we’d be having lasagna and tiramisu,” Eli added, looking confused rather than upset.
“We’re still having lasagna,” Zander said patiently. “But now, we’re having cupcakes rather than tiramisu.”
“That’s not Italian,” Miles chimed in.
Even Webb didn’t look convinced.
“It’s fine, we can have cupcakes another time,” she said.
“No,” Zander said firmly. “We’re having cupcakes. I’m cooking, I want to make cupcakes. If anyone else wants tiramisu, then they’re welcome to make it.”