Page 4 of Cultivating Caden
“Okay, I’ll order you one, but we’re taking this computer out of your check.”
“But….”
Quade could imagine her with an arched brow as she tapped her two-tone nails on the desk. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Jack collapsed onto his chair. “No, I suppose not.”
“Good. I’ll have them download everything from the cloud and should have it to you within the hour.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Her tone grew less stringent. “Be more careful. Okay?”
“I’ll try.” He hung up and turned to Quade. “You tell anyone about this, and I’ll….” He groaned and carded his fingers through his already-mussed hair. “Just don’t, okay?”
“Sure, I wouldn’t, but you’re going to owe me big-time. Now, what about Caden?”
Jack’s smile was more predatory than some of the shark shifters Quade had met. He had a bad feeling about whatever Jack was going to say.
“Since you said you wouldn’t let anyone hurt him, I think that means he’s become your responsibility.”
“Wait. What?” Goddamn it, Quade never should have laughed.
Jack snickered. “You’re now in charge of him.”
Well, fuck.
