Page 69 of Ghost
Voices sounded behind a closed door.The nameplate on the wall beside it read Taschen McAvery.They passed a few others on their way to the partially open door at the end of the hall.
She stopped a few feet short of entering and Ghost weaved around her and knocked.
“Hey, come in.”
Ghost caught her elbow and pulled her inside next to him.Three sets of eyes landed on her, making her cheeks tingle with embarrassment.
All of these men were likely Ghost’s friends, which meant they all knew she’d tried to kill him.Yet none of their gazes held contempt.
The man closest to them straightened away from the desk in the room and extended his hand.“You must be Mila.I’m Brick.Thanks for sparing this fucker’s life.”
“Idiot,” Ghost grumbled.
Brick laughed as Mila slipped her hand into his, a tentative smile warming her lips.“Nice to meet you.”
“This here’s Rami.”He gestured to the man rising to his feet behind the desk.“And August.”The third man turned to face her.His green eyes were piercing and intense.“They argue worse than a pair of toddlers on a good day.”
Rami’s blue eyes rolled to the ceiling.“Yet somehow we get so much more work done when you’re not around.”
Brick laughed again.“You can’t run this business without my expertise.”
Rami extended his hand across the desk.Mila walked further into the room to accept it.His mouth softened into a smile, making the vertical tattoo over his right eye crinkle.
“Sorry you had to put up with this prick the last couple of days,” August said.
“What the fuck is with you guys?”Ghost snapped.
Brick clapped him on the back and leaned his hip against Rami’s desk.“Just like harassing you.It’s not every day we see you with a lady.”He winked at Mila.“Sorry, he razzes us every chance he gets.”
“You’re gonna eat my fist in a minute,” Ghost retorted with venom.“Didn’t come here for your commentary anyway.Mila needs the shit you took from her car.”
“It’s in the security room.I’ll grab it.”August steered himself between Ghost and her and left the room.
“Where are the other asshats?”Ghost asked.
“Zain and Taschen are working on a detail.Might have work for you at the end of the week—” Rami stopped abruptly and glanced at Mila before looking at Ghost again.He cleared his throat.“Uh, that is, if you’re free.”
Mila’s cheeks couldn’t have burned more if someone had lit them on fire.She inched her gaze to Ghost, who was glowering at Rami.
“Send me the details.”
Brick leaned in, a smirk as wide as the Grand Canyon on his face.“There’s something I gotta know.”
Mila hiked up an eyebrow.“What’s that?”
“How close did you get to whacking this guy?”he asked, jerking his head toward Ghost.
“How about I fucking whackyou?”Ghost retorted.
Brick kept his attention on Mila, clearly wanting an answer.
She leaned in and cupped her hand around the edge of her mouth, pretending she didn’t want Ghost to hear.“As close as he is to breaking your neck.”
Brick’s smile fell.Rami chortled and threw down his pen.Ghost belted out a laugh and swept his arm around Mila.
“What’d I miss?”August asked, as he walked back into the room.
“Just Brick getting his ass handed to him by Mila,” Ghost said.
