Page 5 of Power Switch

“You know as well as I do that girl attracts the trouble,” he says, cutting his dark eyes to me. “Present company included.”

“Ha ha,” I mock. Instead of watching him destroy the sealed bacon package with his bare hands, sending the uncooked meat flying around the kitchen, I lean over the counter, pull open a drawer, and feel around for a spare buck knife. “Here,” I mumble, getting his attention before tossing it to him. “You've got jokes for someone who's eating forbidden food in front of the man who has your wife's number on speed dial.”

Tank’s shoulders stiffen. I can't hold back a chuckle at his clear fear of his wife. Not that I blame him. That woman is a badass. Anyone smart would be more than a little terrified of her.

“You wouldn't,” he says, voice tight.

“Then talk, big guy, and my lips are sealed.”

When he shoots me a glare over the sizzling pan, I motion like I'm zipping my lips, then toss the imaginary key over my shoulder for emphasis.

He just shakes his head before turning his full attention to the cooking bacon. “I have no idea what that woman sees in you.”

I waggle both brows and point to my crotch. “You did earlier.”

“Poor girl.”

“Fuck off. Stop stalling. Tell me what's going on.” I massage my temples, thinking good thoughts that the medicine will kick in soon. The savory aroma of the cooking bacon churns my already sour stomach while also smelling fucking delicious. “I want to puke and eat at the same time. I'm getting too old for this shit.”

“Did you mix or something?”

“Yeah.”

“Amateur.”

“Don't I know it.” With a less-than-dignified groan, I press my forehead against the cold marble counter. “Are youevergoing to fill me in on what happened last night?”

Just to be an ass, he waits a few more beats before saying, “Did you know the Department of Justice is snooping around?”

My neck almost pops with whiplash as I bolt straight up. “What?”

He nods while nudging the bacon around the popping grease with a spatula. “I don't know what they want. All I know is the associate attorney general blindsided us while leaving last night. And I don't think Randi has a clue as to what he wants to talk about, because she looked just as shocked as I did.”

His dark eyes flick to mine, a grimace pinching his features. I know that look. He’s holding something back.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Listen, I'm not gay or anything, but… Playboy, that man, the AAG, is one sexy-ass motherfucker.”

“What?” I shout, immediately regretting it. I slam my hands against both sides of my head to keep it from exploding.

His massive shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “All I'm saying is her shock might not be from his title. Just a feeling I got.”

“Shit,” I exclaim, leaning forward and pressing my elbows to the counter.

Silence falls between us as I process everything he’s dumped on me. One part bothers me the most.

“Sexier than me?” I question. I know I should be worried about why the AAG is snooping around more than his looks, but I’m not.

Spatula in the air, he leans against the corner of the counter and motions for me to stand. No idea why, but I do without question.

He twirls the spatula. I follow the movement, holding on to the counter for support as the room spins with me.

“Neither of you is my type, but I'd say you have a run for your money with the AAG. Add in the fact that he's an attorney, like her, and he has a few more points on his side.”

“But she loves me,” I state. “I think.” My jaw drops as a scene from last night flashes through my still somewhat fuzzy memory. “Shit.” I sink back onto the stool and stare at the white marble. “She wanted to tell me something last night. That's why I said I'd come over.”

“You didn't go over last night,” Tank states.

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