Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,65

suddenly I’ve lost my appetite again.

I watch from the sofa as Quinten rolls two familiar suitcases inside, and relief washes over me knowing I won’t have to face the man who touched my undergarments.

Then Ignacio’s smiling face pops around the door frame, his eyes finding mine before even looking for his friend. By the time he winks at me, Wren is already blocking his view.

“Thanks, man.” Wren snaps the Taco Bell bags from his hands, whispering something low on a growl.

Ignacio laughs. Quinten shakes his head. I turn beet red.

Thankfully with Wren standing guard, the guys don’t make it more than a few feet inside. I don’t know how I’d react if I actually had to have a conversation with either of them right now.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Wren says turning in my direction after ushering his friends out the door, “I love that color on your cheeks, but explain to me how you can suck the life out of me through my cock but you get embarrassed with the thought of someone touching your underwear?”

My mouth clamps closed because explaining it would show my hand too soon.

“Is it because he’s a sexy hunk with a Spanish accent?”

I hate that he’s throwing my words right back at me. I was flustered when I uttered them, and it doesn’t seem fair to turn them into ammunition.

“You’re sexier,” I whisper.

“I don’t have an accent, though.” I can tell by his tone that he’s joking, and I love that he’s not getting legitimately upset because I expressed an opinion about his very handsome friend.

“You have magical fingers.”

He looks down at the digits in question before dropping the bags of food on the coffee table. The words take a sexual tone, but my stomach is dying to be filled with all the cheesy, crunchy goodness in those bags.

“The way they fly over a keyboard is awe inspiring.”

He chuckles, taking the hint as he drops down beside me. I go after the Baja Blast first, needing something cold to quench my thirst and take my internal body temperature down a few degrees.

“I’m glad you like my fingers, Captain Janeway.”

I laugh, the sound coming from deep in my gut as he begins pulling days’ worth of meals from the bags.

We eat in companionable silence, grinning at each other as we watch Star Trek. It takes only moments after shoving the last bite of my gordita in my mouth for my eyes to grow heavy. I don’t know how long Wren lets me drool on his shoulder, but eventually he scoops me up and carries me to bed.

I groan in displeasure when my nose finds the scent of fresh clean linens rather than the spicy smell of his skin.

Chapter 27

Wren

“Where is she?” Jude asks, his eyes darting around several of the other guys to look down the hallway.

“Sleeping,” I answer, surprised they’ve been here for ten minutes before someone asked about her.

“In your bed?” Finnegan questions, mirth filling his eyes like he’s not so certain I could seal the deal with any chick.

“Get serious guys.” I give Flynn a look of thanks for saving my ass.

“You better come up with a better plan,” I mutter, returning us back to the original conversation. “Because this shit isn’t going to fly.”

Ignacio chuckles, and no matter how much I know deep down he’d never try to go after my girl, I’m still a little uneasy with him being in the same apartment as her. She wants me. That’s clear as day with the way her eyes light up around me, but I’m still floored by her reaction to him last night. First the words, then the redness in her cheeks. It was unbearable.

The guys watch me as I step away from the counter to pour yet another cup of coffee. I spent half the night tossing and turning, trying to figure out a way to end this shitshow as quickly as possible and the other half going in and out of the guest bedroom to make sure she was okay.

I’m exhausted, and I know she must be feeling the same way. She didn’t shift or lift her head once when I creeped in there last night. Even Simon reacted the first couple of times.

“We’re not saying use her as bait, Wren,” Flynn says, his voice low like he’s trying to coax a scared puppy out from under the porch.

“We’re saying make it look like she’s bait,” Ignacio adds.

“You already set up some of it by using her real name for