Page 6 of Strip Search
Ah, the cake jobs. The ones we take for a little extra cash, that usually require minimal effort on our part. Like, providing event security for random things. Hell, that’s how both Rhys and Smitty met their wives – at a book signing that we ran security for.
“Well, you didn’t tell him to go to hell, so I’m guessing we still go the job?”
“Oh, we got the job. You’re welcome. I think you should send Taylor and Robert out on this one. They’ll probably be the best bet for handling his temper tantrum,” Molly confirms what I already know.
“Great. Robert can hang back. Cody, time to take a little walk down memory lane.” I slap my brother on the back. “Gear up, you can go play geek squad today.” That ought to be payback enough for giving me shit today.
Cody lets out a huff. “You’re fucking kidding.”
“Not kidding little bro, go tell Taylor to roll out. Don’t fuck this up.” I add at the last minute.
Molly laughs, and Cody sulks on his way back to the technician’s work area.
“That was pretty mean. But, come to think of it, it was a good call. Cody will handle Johnny much better than Robert, and he’ll keep Taylor from telling the guy off too.” She walks over and taps my forehead. “Smart man you are.”
I grab her hand quickly before she has a chance to pull away. “What’s the rule about touching?”
“Fuck off,” she giggles as I pull her closer and tickle her sides. “I hate you.”
“You do not.” If anything, she thinks she’s in love with me. I’ve tried like hell to convince her otherwise.
“I’m taking my lunch break. I switched the calls over to the monitoring center welcome desk.”
“I’ll come with you,” I offer before my brain has a chance to filter the words coming out of my mouth.
“Uhm, no thanks. It’s a lunch date. Pretty sure that it would be awkward to show up with you.”
I shouldn’t care that she’s got a date. Nope. Not one bit. Except I do. And part of me wishes I was the lucky bastard. “Well shit, way to break my heart, Mol.”
“Ha! Yeah okay. I’m sure Jade’s free.” She winks over her shoulder as she heads out.
Chapter Three
Cole
“No. The answer is stillno. Don’t ask again,” I bark across the conference room table during our team huddle.