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“But…they were making out with each other earlier.”

“That’s right.” Lachlan leaned in by my ear. “Thethreeof them are together.”

“Oh.”

Lachlan winked as the waitress arrived at our table carrying our pizza and two plates.

Once she left, I whispered, “He’s kind of scary.”

“King?”

“Yeah.”

“I hope that’s something you can get over.”

Get over? It wasn’t like I was going to see him again. “Why?”

“Because the reason he called me away today was to tell me that our guys are meeting this week, and he wantsyouto be there.”

25

COOPER

IT WAS THE first time in days I’d opened my laptop, but when Lachlan needed to get work of his own done, we made our way down to the business center.

When I’d asked if being glued to me was one of the stipulations of my stay, he’d only given me a look, but that wasn’t a no. I chose to believe he stayed because he couldn’t bear to be away from me, but the thought made me roll my own eyes at myself. I’d barely scratched the surface of who Lachlan was, and now I was dreaming of happily-ever-afters? I needed to get it the fuck together.

Starting with my article.

Now that I had a few more firsthand details, I could fill in what I knew about Mick and his guys so far. Better to get it down while it was all fresh in my mind, and the words practically flew from my fingers. It was a hell of a difference from a few days ago, when I wanted to bash my head on the keyboard from a lack of information. It finally felt like I was getting somewhere, and that had everything to do with Lachlan and his connections.

My eyes drifted over to where he’d set up several workspaces away. He didn’t like to sit while he worked, that much was clearfrom the way he paced while on calls, only occasionally referring to one of several screens.

It was hot to watch him like this. He was an in-control, bossy type, but it suited him.

And speaking of suits, no one, and I meanno one, filled out a tailored suit better than Lachlan Stone. Today it was navy with a matching tie. Crisp white shirt. Silver bracelets stacked around his wrist. Since he wasn’t at the office, I’d figured he’d go a bit more casual, maybe even take off the jacket and roll up his sleeves. At least I would. Then again, I was in jeans and a t-shirt most of the time, so I wasn’t exactly the model for running a business.

Lachlan stopped moving and turned in my direction, his dark brows knitted together, but when his eyes met mine, his forehead smoothed out.

Busted again for staring. It was becoming a thing with us.

His eyes roamed over me, at first as if he was checking to make sure I was all good, and once it was clear I was ogling him, quickly turned heated.

Oh shit, I felt that look. Everywhere.

I suddenly hated the fact that we weren’t alone down here, but maybe that was for the best. I’d never get anything done if I kept trying to jump his bones.

Lachlan shot me a wink before returning to his conversation, and my stomach flipped before I forced my eyes back to the screen.

Focus.

I went back to the top and read through what I’d written so far. I was missing some visual detail, and though the images from the night in the alley should’ve been seared in my mind, I needed to pull up the photos I’d taken to make sure I got it right.

Glancing over my shoulder to make sure Lachlan was otherwise occupied, I brought up the picture folder and clickedon the first photo. Without a flash, it had been dark, but I could still make out the men standing several feet away while I hid behind a dumpster.

It wasn’t like I’d had much of a choice where to hide. The spur-of-the-moment decision to follow them had led me somewhere without a lot of options, and it was pure luck they hadn’t noticed me.

My heart began to race as I clicked through the photos, realizing how close I’d been to danger. To losing my life. It was easy to sit back now and ask “what was I thinking?” but I hadn’t been thinking. I’d been doing, so consumed with finding out more and exposing the pieces of shit involved that I’d forgotten how to be cautious.

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