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Well, not on my damn watch.

At the door, I knocked once to let Voodoo know I was coming in. “Friendly,” I said, then used the key to unlock the door. The last thing I expected to find back in the room was Grace, sprawled in the bed and in a deep sleep. Despite the fact she was under the covers, she was clearly naked.

Equally naked, and next to her, was Voodoo and he had a gun in hand and pointed right at me. He’d already aimed it away before I closed the door.

“Really?” I stared at him.

He shrugged as he set the gun down. He spared a glance at the woman sleeping next to him before he focused on me. “Coffee?”

“Yeah. Breakfast sandwiches too.” I set the food and cups down on the desk. “All fresh.”

“Good.” He shoved the covers back and eased out. I didn’t give a damn about his nudity, I did care that they’d clearly been intimate.

Fuck, this was going to create problems.

He disappeared into the bathroom with one of the cups of coffee. I scanned the room. There were towels spread on the other bed, one on a pillow. Her clothing was absent. The sound of the toilet flushing preceded his emergence from the bathroom.

Downing more of the coffee, he paused to set some clothes on the bed before he set the coffee cup down. Then he was dragging on his jeans. Not a word passed his lips until he was dressed.

I debated how bad things would become if I beltedhimright now. This was not the decision I anticipated him making. Lunchbox and Alphabet were already compromised by her.

“How soon do we need to be on the road?” That was what he opened with.

“That’s it?” I studied him, unamused when he met my gaze evenly.

“The last time I checked, I don’t clear with you who I have sex with. If that’s somehow changed, understand that I still won’t be doing it.” Nothing ruffled him and as much as I wanted to punch him, I wouldn’t.

“It’s not about clearing with me who you have sex with, jackass.” Like I fucking cared where he got his dick wet. “It’s about the fact that Lunchbox and Alphabet are already invested. I sent her with you becausetheyare compromised.”

He shrugged then took another swallow of the coffee. “I can and will do my job.”

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I tried to ignore the headache pulsing behind my eye. “That’s not the point. She’s aclient.”

“No,” he said. “She isn’t.”

I snapped my head up but before I could say anything, a movement on the bed dragged my attention.

Grace was up on her elbow, her dark hair a cloud around her. It looked like she’d been fucked and fucked well. Her sleepy gaze evaporated when she looked over at us and then focused on me.

“Oh.” One single syllable. It held—something that I couldn’t define. She didn’t sound embarrassed or upset, but she also didn’t seem pleased either. “Hi.” With a grimace, she pushed upward to sit and the tightness around her mouth had me straightening.

Voodoo didn’t cross over to her, he just waited patiently until she was sitting. The sheet was locked across her chest, her arms holding it in place as she tried to run her hand through her hair. Aborting the action before she’d barely started it, she let out a pained sigh.

“I’ll help you,” Voodoo offered. “If you want.”

“Yes,” she said after a minute, then took a deeper breath. “But I’d kill for the coffee.”

The shift in her micro expressions suggested she didn’t care for the word play but she didn’t take it back either. Voodoo carried the coffee cup and the bag over to her.

“There’s food too and before you bring up your diet, just eat what we have for now. We can look at calories and requirements later. You need to heal and healing requires protein and sustenance.” After he set the coffee cup into her hand, he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “You also need to take some more pain meds, but you need to eat to take those too.”

Nose wrinkling, she looked even less pleased than she had before. “You don’t need to sound smug about it.”

He chuckled. “That’s not what I’m smug about, Firecracker.”

I half-expected her to blush, but she didn’t. If anything, she just looked pleased. Then she took a sip of the coffee. “Thank you for this.”

“Thank Bones,” Voodoo told her as he moved her clothes over to her. “Eat, drink, then we’ll do meds, and I’ll check your wound before we get you dressed. We need to get on the road.”

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