Page 57 of Broken King

A nerve in my eye twitches from the strength it takes to hold back the retort that may be sitting on the tip of my tongue.

“We’ve got a fire to put out, Scarlet.” Max opens the folder and hands me a copy of a newly leaked memo discussing every single point of the King Corp. acquisition of the Revolution.

Shit.

When my weary eyes meet Cade’s, he knows exactly what I’m going to say without me needing to utter a word. He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Let me know.” Seeing the confusion in my eyes, he adds, “About when I can see you.” His hand quickly dances across my waist. It’s just a split second in time. But there’s something so powerful about that single touch.

I nod.

As Cade walks through the door, Max calls over to him. “St. James. Any chance you could wait for me in my office? I’ll only be a minute. Connor can show you the way.”

“Sure.” Cade turns back to me. “Call me tonight, Scarlet.” Then he walks through the door.

Max leans on my desk, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, a hint of his tattoo showing. I thought Dad was going to kill him when he got it. A trace of rebellion from the perfect son. He’s filled Dad’s shoes better than any of us could have since Dad died, more than anyone should have had too.

So instead of giving him shit for the lecture he’s probably about to lay on Cade’s shoulders, I simply sit behind my desk, cross my legs, ignore the come that is most likely dripping onto my chair, and grab my pen. “Alright. What do you need me to do?”

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