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“Does it matter?” he sighed.
“No, it doesn’t, and I’m just being a nosy bitch,” I said, suddenly feeling protective of him. “If she’s bothering you, I can tell her to fuck off.”
“I can handle her,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Ok, but if she is bothering you and not in a good way, you let me know, ok?” I gave him a stern look.
“Ok,” he said with a small smile.
“Honestly if it were me, I’d just fuck her to say that I had and to see what all the fuss is about,” I said softly, as we got closer to the car.
He chuckled.
“I don’t think it's that simple with her or any of the triplets,” he said.
“You might be right,” I said, watching the men load up a truck.
“I don’t like staying here,” he said, as we reached the SUV.
“I’ll be fine, this will be good to see if Arthur is as good as he says he is,” I said, finding the man we were talking about. “Plus, Winchester and Maverick are going with me.”
“I know but, I still feel like I?—”
“I need you here working on the security system and on what I asked you to,” I said, touching his arm. “I’ll be fine, plus you’ve been doing every single drop, you can sit this one out.”
Lance’s jaw clenched as he looked around. He opened his mouth before he closed it.
“Ok, but if you need anything, let me know,” he said as he handed me a phone.
“What’s this?” I inspected it.
“Just a security precaution. It’s a burner but you keep that to yourself,” he said, pushing it up against my body. “It has Boogie and King’s numbers, the only two you need if you get in trouble.”
A tingle of worry slithered down my spine.
“If you know something I should know, then tell me,” I clipped.
“I don’t,” he sighed. “I’m just going on instinct here.”
I pursed my lips, searched his face for a clue, but all I saw was uncertainty.
“If—”
“You ready, Noelle?” Arthur asked, coming up to us.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Lance, make sure you take care of those files and the system before I get back.”
I slid into the back seat wondering what it was that had Lance on edge. Was it Manuel? Arthur? Or did he find out something else and he was keeping it from me?
Arthur spoke with our driver whose name I kept forgetting, he walked around and spoke to Winchester and Maverick before getting into the back with me. He looked like he had his shit together and a part of me liked that he was used to this type of work.
“We are ready to go,” he said, closing his door.
“Let’s do this,” I said, putting my seatbelt on.
“Let’s go,” Arthur said, and we pulled out.
The great thing about Arthur was he didn’t have to fill the silence. He was fine looking out the window or on his phone. For this trip, we were taking a jet up north instead of driving. It wastoo far to drive, and I wasn’t comfortable moving that amount of product on the roads.
