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"I'm in," Jay added.
"Any more than that and it will look suspicious," Ramsey said. "The rest of us will stay close."
Storm and Atlas both looked unimpressed, but for once, didn't argue. They knew Ramsey was right. If all of us turned up there, it wouldn't go unnoticed. Four of us would raise enough eyebrows as it was.
Should I try to insist a couple of them stay back? Probably, but they wouldn't listen to me. Besides, I'd be safer with them around. I hoped.
"Tomorrow night," I said. "It'll be quieter on a Monday. I’ll try to talk to Divina and see what she knows."
"Are we sure she's not in on it?" Frost asked. "She hired India. And Ivy, come to think of it."
"And Chelsea," Dallas pointed out. "If you're trying to suggest she hires shady people…"
"Some people would suggest I'm shady," I said.
Dallas moved over to wrap his arms around me. "You're not shady. If you were, you would have thrown that laptop without stopping to see who you were throwing it at. You wouldn't have cared as long as you were all right."
"I guess so," I said. "A doctor throwing computers around indiscriminately wouldn't be a good look, though. For the record, I'm glad I didn't throw anything at you."
"Me too." He kissed my forehead. "But, for the record, I would have caught it. I wouldn't be much of a footballer if I hadn't."
"Of course you would," I told him.
Frost chuckled. "I would have paid money to see that."
"How much?" Atlas asked. "For enough money, we could re-enact that here."
"No throwing computers in the house," Storm said. "If you're going to do it, do it outside where it won't make a mess. But really, don't do it," he added as Frost took a step towards the back door. "I don't want to be responsible for anyone getting a concussion from the corner of a PC."
Frost pointed a finger at him. "Right, that'd suck."
"Yep." Storm said. "Stick to throwing balls. Footballs," he added quickly, before anyone could take his words the wrong way.
"Thanks for clarifying," Atlas said. He tried to hold back a smile, but failed.
Storm flipped him off.
"You're right about this feeling like a houseful of brothers," I said to Dallas. "Who else would have conversations about throwing computers around like this?"
"I don't know," Dallas said. He scratched his forehead thoughtfully. "There might be other people out there as weird as us."
"If there is, I want to meet them," Frost said cheerfully. "They'd be awesome."
"No one is as weird as us," Jay said. "But we do it well."
"We do, don't we?" Frost offered him a fist bump.
Jay bumped his fist and offered him a slight smile.
Frost smiled back. They stayed locked there for a few moments before he leaned forward and kissed Jay's mouth.
"Weird, but pretty perfect," Frost whispered.
"Yeah, we are," Jay whispered back. "You wanna?"
"Yeah." Frost placed a hand on the back of Jay's head and leaned in to kiss him again.
Chapter Ten
