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I give her a weak smile. A part of me wishes I could do that, but I also know that if anything happens, I'm the last person she needs there. I don't have the same skill set as the others, and I'd only be a hindrance which would put her in more danger.

"I'm always here," I say, patting the computer desk. "But, full disclosure, I'll still be able to keep an eye on you."

I hit a few keys on the keyboard, pulling up the cameras inside her office building.

She blinks at the screen, but instead of her lips turning down in a frown, I see a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"That's my desk," she says, pointing to one screen.

"Do you like your job?"

She shrugs. "It pays the bills, but you work on a computer all day. You have to know how boring it can be."

"My work is a little different. I can't imagine staring at numbers all day. I think my eyes would cross."

She laughs, and the sound runs down my spine in the best possible way.

"I think I'll need bifocals before I turn forty."

"Morgan?"

We both turn our attention to the door.

I can tell Twisted is doing his best not to have any sort of reaction to how close we are to each other, but there's still a slight tick in the corner of his right eye.

"We're ready when you are," he says, giving her a soft smile.

"TBC?" she asks.

"See you later," I promise, my eyes going back to my screen so I don't get busted staring at her ass as she leaves the room. I pull up the cameras in the house and follow them out into the waiting SUV and then have the cameras on her front porch pulled up before the gate here closes.

Some might call it creepy. I convince myself I'm just being thorough.

Chapter 11

Morgan

I didn't know how I imagined I would feel when I got back to my house, but I didn't think I'd be reluctant to even get out of the SUV.

"I can go in and collect your things," Twisted offers when he spots me in the back seat, looking out the window with minor trepidation.

"You just want to go through my underwear drawer," I tease before I can think about what I'm saying.

I've always been flirty, and it hasn't occurred to me until recently, especially after my conversation with Kaylee this morning, that I, at minimum, give guys hope when there isn't any. In some cases, I literally flirt hard enough that they begin to show signs of obsession.

"Sorry," I say, noticing the smile beginning to spread across his face.

When his cheeks cave with disappointment, I know I'm going to have to have a conversation with him sooner rather than later.

"I'll go in and clear the house," Whiskey says as he pulls open the driver's side door. "Give you guys a chance to talk."

I scowl at the man as he winks at me through the back driver's side window before circling behind the vehicle and walking toward the front door.

I should be concerned that he didn't even have to ask me for the code to get into the house, but I imagine it's something that Robert supplied him with. I make a mental note to change the code before coming back here.

Robert mentioned Henry always being a step ahead of him their entire lives where his games and taunting were concerned. So there's no doubt that Henry also has access to my door codes and will probably always have the ability to get in whenever he feels like it.

I now understand why Kaylee was so adamant about staying at the villa rather than returning here. At this moment, sitting outside my own house, I have no desire to ever come back. Hell, I'm not even sure I really want to go inside.

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