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“Yes, ma’am,” Dom said, laughing as he let himself out.

As he passed Mitchell’s desk, he studied him out of the corner of his eye.

Mitchell was … cute, Dom supposed.

He wasn’t overly tall or well-built, fairly average, really. Pale, like all of them were after a long Toronto winter, with messy dark blond hair and a little stubble. He was too young to have grown into his features yet but he’d probably be an attractive guy when he got a little older.

It was hard to believe this kid was the mastermind leaking all of the team’s secrets.

“Have a good one,” Dom said, curious to see how Mitchell would react around him.

He glanced up from his computer, offering Dom a cautious grin. “You too, Mr. Olson.”

“You can call me Dom.” He winked.

The kid flushed deep red before his gaze darted back to his screen, like he was too shy to meet Dom’s gaze.

Okay, so yeah, the guy was probably into men. Not that Dom hadn’t believed Kate that she’d seen him kissing a guy but … well, it didn’t hurt to confirm things.

Still, none of this made sense. Whether it was Mitchell or Birdie, why would they do this to the team?

What could they possibly have to gain?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“I have a confession to make,” Shea said the following day, spinning in his work chair and fiddling with the mouse. He should be finishing updating patient notes but he’d called Dom instead when he’d realized his mistake.

“Okaayy …” Dom said slowly.

“I can’t get together with you this weekend.”

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so?” Dom laughed. “Way to be dramatic.”

Shea smothered a snort. Dom lecturing him about being dramatic was honestly the height of irony.

“I have a prior commitment,” Shea admitted. “It slipped my mind and I’m sorry. I am usually careful about my schedule but …”

But he’d been a little distracted in the past few days.

“Client conflict?” Dom asked and Shea wondered if he was imagining the note of jealousy in Dom’s tone.

Probably wishful thinking but hey, a guy could dream.

“No! Not a client. I’m driving to London for my mom’s birthday. I asked her what she wanted for a gift this year and all she said was that she wanted my dad and me to sit down and share a meal with her.”

The ‘without fighting’ part went unsaid.

“Are you looking forward to that?” Dom asked.

“Ehh.” Shea made a face. “Not super excited to drive a couple of hours each way but it’ll be great to see her. And I miss my dad too. I just hate feeling tense the whole time wondering when he’s going to say something snarky about my career choices, you know? Or, like, take what I said the wrong way. Which I’m totally guilty of doing to him too, but …”

“Anything I can do to help?” Dom asked after he fell silent.

“Send in a search and rescue team if I put up a distress signal?” Shea reached for a stress ball he kept on his desk and squeezed it.

“I don’t know about that, but I could have a private plane there in under an hour, probably.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” Shea said.

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