Page 77 of S.O.S. Billboard

Billboard hated that shit with a vengeance, as did the boss and the rest of his teammates. And even though Mizzay cut them some slack and normally picked up a lot of what was required, she drew the line at completing the individual agents’ case reports. That was on them, and Billboard was behind by about three and a half assignments.

He glanced down at the blank page blinking on his computer screen, and even though it was late—past his normal quitting time—he picked up his phone instead of typing.

He dialed O’Shea’s number.

“Hey, big guy,” she greeted breathlessly. “What’s up?”

“Just trying to write reports and not having much luck,” he grumbled. But Billboard was cheered just hearing her voice. “What have you got going on?”

They hadn’t made plans, but if O’Shea didn’t have anything special on her agenda, he’d make a late trip over to say hello and…perhaps take her out for ice cream and a little back seat fun at the local make-out spot they’d discovered one evening. It was secluded, overlooked the ocean below, and best of all, the kids they’d talked to up there who might or might not have been smoking weed, told them the cops pretty much left the place alone.

Awesome.

Even better were the black-out windows in his company owned SUV.

“Oh, not much. Running out to do a few errands,” O’Shea replied breezily, bringing Billboard’s mind back to the conversation at hand.

“Uh, huh.”Dammit.That blinking cursor was mocking him. “I don’t suppose you want to get together later?” he asked hopefully.

“Um, not tonight,” O’Shea hedged. “I have some…errands, then I’m going to stay in after I get my…things accomplished, and, uh, take care of laundry.”

Things, huh? Andlaundry?The last was a new one for Billboard. O’Shea, even though she’d given him shit about him sending his laundry out, actuallyhatedwashing her clothes, but when she had to, she accomplished it with a fierce determination to get it the frick out of the way. And mornings were her normal MO for that.

Billboard snorted.

The fact he knew that about O’Shea meant they werereallygetting to know each other.Yup. He had to admit to himself that they were. At least with all their day-to-day stuff. And bonus. She hadn’t seemed to mind his possessive side, at all. She’d even warned him she had one of her own, so there’d be times when they vied for supremacy. Awesome.

Now, if only he could get up the guts to fill O’Shea in on the darker aspects of his life, maybe they’d have a chance at…something.

Billboard tried to shake off his worries. Not regarding his and O’Shea’s future, but something more imminent. He couldn’t quite quell the feeling of disquiet that had arisen in his gut. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?” he asked, probing again to see if she’d ‘fess up to what she had cooking. Because he was pretty sure it didn’t involve a washing machine.

“No. Not tonight,” she rebutted, far too breezily.

She then gave a huge yawn.

What?

Busted.

That was afakeyawn.

O’Shea might not know it, but her real ones had a tiny little snuffle at the end, which he wasn’t hearing as she let loose with another doozy.

The woman was definitely up to something.

“Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then,” Billboard told her evenly, already plotting his next move in his head. Whatever was going on with O’Shea, he was going to check it out.

He’d finish his damned paperwork, then head over to Anna’s house to see what was percolating. He couldn’t imagine what trouble O’Shea might be getting herself into, but he never dismissed his instincts when they told him things were about to go sideways.

“Bye, Billboard. I’ll dream about you tonight,” she ended with a long, seductive hum.

Damn.Now his cock would be hard while he attempted to make out his freaking reports.

“Thanks for that,” Billboard groaned.

O’Shea laughed. “Just trying to help. I’ll call you tomorrow, big guy.”

She disconnected, and with a grunt, Billboard adjusted his junk and refocused his efforts.

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