Page 22 of All Bets are Off
Thirty minutes later, Jase, West, and I are pouring over Dexter Price’s dossier in the great room.
“Seems like he’ll be a good fit,” West says when we’re finished reading, tossing the folder onto the coffee table and reclining back against the couch cushions.
“I agree,” I say, trying not to look at how West’s trousers hug his thighs.
“It’ll be great having someone who knows so much about computers,” Jase says. “According to my uncle, Price can crack codes and access intel like no one he’s encountered before.” Now that we’re finished talking business, he gives me and West a little smirk.
“What?” I ask, although I know what’s coming.
Jase wiggles his eyebrows. “So, the two of you finally got together.”
I look at West, who heaves a sigh.
“Go ahead. Give us your best shot and get it over with,” he tells Jase.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Jase tilts his head to the side. “Who’s the bottom?”
My eyes widen, and, beside me, West freezes.
“What? We aren’t—we haven’t—” he splutters.
Breaking into laughter, Jase says, “I’m just playing with you. I’m sure you two will be fumbling around forever before you get around to having penetrative sex.”
The sound of a throat clearing has all three of us turning to the doorway, where Kasey stands with a dark-haired man, who, at the moment, is staring at us with wide brown eyes. Kasey looks a little shell-shocked herself.
My face burns with embarrassment.
“Uh, guys? This is Dexter Price,” Kasey says, regaining her composure. “He likes to be called Dex.”
Doing my best to pretend the two of them didn’t hear what Jase just said, I get to my feet to shake Dex’s hand.
“Can I get you something to drink? Wine? Beer? Something else?” I can’t wait to escape to the kitchen.
“A beer would be great,” he says, and, nodding, I hurry out of there.
Colt looks up from the kitchen table where he’s playing a game of Solitaire on his laptop. “What’s got your cheeks so red?”
Coughing, I head to the refrigerator. “It’s just warm in there.”
“New guy seems nice. I was out front when they drove up.”
I nod, grabbing four beer bottles. “Want one?” I ask Colt, but he shakes his head and I return to the great room where the three men are chatting. I hand Dex his beer.
“Dex was just telling us about his last job,” West says as I take a seat in the chair across from him.
“I worked for Lessner and Macon for five years. They didn’t pay me enough, and I needed a change,” Dex sums up for me.
“So, you’re from New York?” West asks conversationally. “Where do you get all your mountain climbing in?”
“When in New York, I drove to Suffern-Bear Mountain. I’m originally from Colorado, though. My family still lives just outside of Boulder.”
We’re interrupted when several other team members enter, and introductions are made all around.
The next half hour is spent in affable conversation, and then Dex drains his second beer and yawns.
“Sorry, guys, but it’s been a long day. Mind if I hit the sack?”
“I’ll show you to your room,” Jase says, rising from the couch.