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“Too public.” Garrett winked at me. “Anyone could walk in. There is one place, though.” He shuffled another stack of papers together. “The camera in the fourth-floor storage room is broken. Has been for years. We never fixed it because no one ever goes in there.”

My head threatened to burst from the flood of information. They’d made a basic error in judgment by not fixing the camera in the storage room, but right now, I had other concerns. “What’s in the storage room?”

“Old devices. Computers. Phones. Things that have broken over the years. We toss them all in there. Never know when we might need them for spare parts.” Chase made it all sound so normal.

I crossed my arms. “Like you can’t afford to buy new parts.”

“Why bother when I have the room to keep the old stuff? Call me sentimental.” He offered a full-blown smile. “I’m old-school, Sabrina. When you start a business like this in your garage with nothing but spare parts, you learn to hang onto things.”

Yeah, okay. I could give him that. “I’d like to see this room.” It was too convenient that one of the few rooms without security also had old computers in it. Surely it couldn’t be that easy. Like we’d walk in and find the bad guy—or girl—typing maniacally on a keyboard while doom-and-gloom music played in the background. I snorted at myself but marched toward the door. “Come on. Show me.”

20

SABRINA

I felt like the queen of the whole fucking world as the four of us walked down the quiet hallway. Chase and Russell walked on either side of me, with Garrett behind me. Our footsteps barely made a sound until we stepped into the elevator and then out again on the lacquered fourth floor.

“This is the security floor. Two guys there.” Chase pointed toward a closed door with SECURITY stamped across the tan wood. “And the storage room is down here.”

“How often do you change security?” I asked. The room where the guys sat had no outside windows, and the door was closed.

Chase rattled a set of keys in his palm. “We’ve had these guys for ten years. Never had a problem with either of them. And I put them through one hell of a background check.” He sounded confident and self-assured, everything I’d come to expect from him. “The storage room is there.” He pointed at the end of the hall where there was a single door with a keycard access lock. “The keycard doesn’t work since the security camera went down. Only way in is with a key.” He inserted the key into the lock and twisted.

The door swung inward on silent hinges. Chase stepped through, followed by Russell.

“Looks the same as last time I came down here,” Russell said with a wave of his hand. “Musty as hell.”

I entered and made my way slowly around the room. Black, floor-to-ceiling shelves ran the length of the room, along each of the four walls, with a second set interspersed in perpendicular lines that created a bit of a maze. “Chase, some of these computers are twenty years old. You’re never going to use them.”

“They’re vintage.” He patted an original with a loving look. “This is the computer I wrote my first program on.”

“Never took you for the sentimental sort.” I should have, I realized. The minute I walked into his house that first day, I knew he wasn’t the kind of man who typically made snap decisions. This proved that, and more. He was sentimental and nostalgic.

He set his hands on a shelf and beamed at Russell on the other side. “That’s the keyboard you broke the night that punk kid hacked your system and shut down the firewall.”

“I’d forgotten about that.” Russell picked up the two halves and laughed. “It’s the reason I created the new system.”

I left them to reminisce and prowled the room. Bits of computers lay on every shelf. An old landline phone sat discarded alongside a stack of floppy disks. I only recognized them thanks to Dad. The place was cluttered but clean. “Does anyone ever dust in here?” I ran my finger along a shelf. Clean.

“We have a special ventilation system that helps keep it clean.” Garrett appeared beside me. “Find what you’re looking for?”

“I don’t know what I’m looking for.”

“No?” He propped his elbow on the shelf beside me. “But we did find the one room in the whole building that’s unmonitored.”

“But didn’t the cameras see us coming in here? Won’t that be suspicious?” My stomach fluttered even as I made the argument.

“Sure.” Garrett shrugged. “Which is why I carried a box in here. So it looks legit. No one will suspect we’re searching the place.”

Or that we might have a quickie among the rubble. I bit the inside of my cheek. Did I dare ask for this after what I said earlier? We were safe here, as safe as we could be. And I needed them. I’d been on edge since I walked into the building. Having to leave early during our weekend getaway left me wanting them more than I thought possible. And I finally had all three of them in the same room with me.

I stepped closer to Garrett, testing his willingness, and set my hands on the flat planes of his stomach. “There’s something else I’d like to do.”

“Yeah?” His smirk widened to a full grin. “I’d rather walk across a lake of fire than tell you no.”

Russell and Chase looked our way. Heat filled their eyes.

I focused on Garrett and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. My hand dipped below his belt and palmed his erection already straining against his pants. “We have to be fast,” I warned him while pulling Russell in with a handful of his tie. “I need you all too much.” I met Chase’s lingering look. “Please.”

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