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“Have fun,” I called without turning. I’d be damned if I missed a second of this. Plus, he said Everharts, and I really needed to hear whatever it was he had to say.

Barrett didn’t stop until he was near me and Reghan moved to stand in front of him. That wall of muscle wasn’t letting anyone past. I, however, peered around the muscle.

“Seriously, Reghan, if you’re going to keep me from Hartley, at least offer me a good time. I’m ready and willing.” He spread his arms, letting his wool coat open to reveal a gray button-down tucked into a pair of slacks. I wondered what kind of detective meetings he had today. Clearly, I was paying close attention during the crime shows if I had no clue what the fuck Barrett even did.

“You wish.”

The grin Barrett gave Reghan had dimples appearing on Barrett’s cleanly shaven cheeks. That upped his hot factor. He was already attractive. The dimples were a nice bonus. “All you have to do is say the word.”

Growling again, Reghan turned so he was still between Barrett and me, but also allowing Barrett to actually speak to me. “Talk.”

“Hi, Hartley,” Barrett said, his smile still in place.

“Is this a happy visit where you tell me the Everharts aredead, and all their money went to charity, or are you here to ruin my day and make my imagination run in overdrive?” I asked.

“They’re alive but not living in luxury. We can’t get a hold of them though. They don’t stay in one spot long enough. The guards are idiots, however. I guess when you don’t have much money left, your hired help turns to shit.” He side-eyed Reghan.

Reghan leaned close. “The only reason I don’t smack you upside your head right now is because I don’t want to spend the night in jail.”

“Call me later and I’ll bend over so you can smack my fine ass.”

“Do you wax?” I asked, because now I had to know. It wasn’t like I was interrupting some ritual they had before they fucked. They were still in the foreplay arena.

“If I have a reason to.” Barrett winked.

“I like you more every time I see you. Next time you visit, I’d like confirmation those assholes are dead.”

“Too bad I don’t answer to you. Anyway, you want to tell me why you have Lane Everhart in your building?” Oh, so he was getting right to the point.

“You want to tell me who you have on the inside who gave you that information?” I asked while standing. I was shorter than him, but then again, I was shorter than almost everyone who worked for and with Jordan. It was like those height requirements to get on rides at amusement parks. You must be this tall to work for or be bribed by Jordan Altair Sr.

“I don’t need anyone on the inside when he was seen walking around the back of the property today, out in the open.”

“Ah, that must have been his sunshine privilege time. You know, where the inmates go outside and get some vitamin D.”

“That’s not what it’s called.”

“In my head it is.”

“Would one of you give Jordan a message for me?”

“Only if you say the magic words,” I told him.

“And they are…”

“Pull my hair and tell me how tight my ass is.”

Reghan growled again. “Ignore him.”

Barrett turned to face Reghan. “Why? You don’t want me to say those words?” He leaned close enough to where his lips were near Reghan’s jaw. In a raspy voice he said, “Pull my hair and tell me how tight my ass is.” Barrett leaned back in time to watch Reghan’s hands flex into fists a few times at his sides. Oh, that got the guard really worked up. Any moment now, his dick was going to bust through his jeans with how hard he was.

“Anywho,” Barrett said like that didn’t just happen. “Hartley, would you please tell Jordan that if he happens to swing by Warehouse Thirteen tomorrow at around ten, there might be a gift waiting for him?”

“Is this the kind of gift he can play with for a while before throwing to the side when he’s done?”

“Yes, and I’m not particular where he disposes of the garbage.”

I nodded. “Got it. Now, how are you at sucking dick? The other magic words were going to be ‘choke me with your big dick.’”

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