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My jaw falls.
Okay, he even has a sexy name.
I’m not sure if I could get in trouble for taking a customer’s phone number, but I fold it up and shove it in my back pocket before I can stop myself.
See, that is very sweet.
Not creepy, right?
No.
Trigg is always courteous. He might be direct, but he’s just a little socially awkward. He reminds me a lot of my best friend from when I was growing up.
I’m not letting Hart get in my head.
I’m sure Trigg was just trying to look out for me in his own way.
Chapter Four
Ridge
Shadow Security isn’t a bad place to work. My boss might be a clinical psychopath, but I’m probably a sociopath, so I don’t judge. Not much fazes me, and I still get a pit in my gut when Easton calls me into the office when I’m not expecting it.
Briar smiles as I pass her desk, but the omega isn’t looking at me. She’s got one of the rodents sitting on her tits, and the little thing squeaks and chirps, bumping its nose against her finger as she scratches its head. Easton’s wife is beautiful, but you don’t admit that aloud if you want to keep your balls attached.
“The overlord rang?” I ask, rocking on my heels in front of her desk.
“Yup,” she replies, nodding toward the boss’s door. “Go on in. Be warned…” She laughs a light, airy sound. “He’s in a stellar mood.”
I snort. “Isn’t he always?”
“Oh, you’ll see,” she says ominously.
Fucking wonderful.
There are a lot of things I expect to find when opening my boss’s door—the top of the list being him red-faced and pacing. He loves to explode when someone doesn’t have a hope in hell of escaping. It’s not like anyone with any brain cells is going to get up and walk out while he’s ranting and raving.
A guy with glasses, who’s basically a younger version of Easton, wouldn’t have made my top hundred guesses of what I’m expecting to come across. He sits in one of the two chairs on this side of the desk, and I try to do the math to determine how old Easton would have to be in order to have a kid that age.
Nah, it’s mathematically impossible, but they look eerily similar, down to the shrewd dark eyes as the man’s head swivels to take me in.
I freeze dead in my tracks, squinting and trying to figure out if Briar was so distracted by the guinea pig that she sent me in before she was supposed to.
“Have a seat, Ridge,” Easton says, gesturing to the free chair.
I toss up a thumb, pointing behind me. “I can come back if you’re busy.”
“I called for you because I needed you,” my boss snaps. “Sit down.”
Sighing heavily, I close the door behind me and stride over, taking a seat in the free chair.
The man who looks like Easton huffs and pulls his legs back, making room for my massive frame.
I smirk and shrug.
I’m six-foot-seven. Even when I try to scrunch up, I’m a fucking giant.
If I was thinking about it, I could have pulled the chair back before taking a seat, but I was distracted.
