Page 119 of Full Throttle

“Five,” a female voice said.

We both looked up at Mina. “Five people, Cain.”

“No,” Cain clipped. He looked at Dontell, then to Leon. “No.”

“My sister can handle herself,” Leon assured calmly leaning back into his chair.

“Damn right about that,” Dontell drawled, looking at her profile. Geez, that man was in love.

I spoke up. “What about Cleo?”

Mina looked over to Dean. “She’s staying with the Connors. Aiden misses his best friend.”

Dean gave her a smile. “He sure does, Mina.”

“And Amara?” Cain pressed. “How does she feel about this?”

Leon’s eyes flashed. “She’s the one who suggested it.”

My brows shot up, and then Mina shot me wink. I bit the inside of my cheek, knowing damn well that this was a group effort.

Cain had fallen silent beside me. I looked at him to find his brow pinched as he ran his finger over his lips, his eyes on the screen.

“Cain?”

He shook his head. “This isn’t going to work.”

“It will,” Dontell urged.

Cain looked up. “Not that. This,” he said, gesturing to the iPad. He looked at me. “I need a bigger screen.”

Casey piped up. “How big?”

His eyes met hers. “You got something for me, genius?”

She smiled, her honey eyes gleaming behind her glasses. “For you, Tony Stark? Oh yeah.”

Mina and I shared a look. She mouthed, “I’ll explain later.”

An hour later, the sun had set, and for the first time this week, the Oasis lot was quiet as we all stood in a half circle, looking up at a projector screen.

Cain was standing behind the table, his laptop in front of him as he bent down, bracing a hand on the table, the other typing on the keyboard. A lock of his blonde hair fell in front of his forehead, but that wasn’t the source of my distraction. It was his glasses.

Cain was wearing fucking glasses.

And I was losing my mind.

Mina was beside me as I felt her shift. Then, she let out a low hum. “Beauty and brains, huh?”

I looked at her, my lips twitching. “You would know more about that than me,” I told her, referring to Dontell.

She looked over to her man. “None of these men are just pretty,” she murmured. “Including my brother. These men are lethal.”

I looked back to Cain, putting my hands into the pockets of the jacket he’d given me a few minutes ago. When he was done typing, the projector screen, which was hanging down from the high ceiling by two thin chains, lit up. Everyone’s attention was captured then as we stared at the 3D layout of Devils Den Cain created.

A second later, I felt his heat behind me.

“How did you do this?” I asked softly, my eyes scanning over the entryways and overlaying grid of a chunk of Seattle as the others around us started talking. Leon and Collin leaned in, Lee pointing to the screen, Dontell, Mina, and Casey looking at the grid of the city.

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