Taking It Slow - Reese Knightley Page 0,31
town in three days,” Mayer had bitched. “So, I’ll send Donald to pick up the money. You better be there,” the fucker spat and hung up.
CPS agent Donald Wheeler was Mayer’s partner or some shit like that. The fucker was even nastier than Mayer, if that was possible.
“Spencer, you in place?”
Eagle’s voice jogged him back to the darkened warehouse. He’d worry about how to come up with the money later.
“Copy,” he whispered from his surveillance spot.
They’d discovered a warehouse owned by Rocco Bowman in New Orleans.
“Link?”
Silence met Eagle’s inquiry.
“Link? Check the fuck in.”
“I’m here, lost com for a minute.”
Eagle’s sigh of relief came over the mic.
“Let’s get this party started,” Spencer grunted and slipped from his hiding place and through the darkened alleyway that ran along the length of the warehouse.
He smiled thinking of Liam’s rough voice only a few hours ago telling him to watch his fucking back.
It had been eight weeks since he’d kissed Liam.
Eight weeks of spending the weekends at Liam’s place with the three teenagers. And eight fucking long weeks of him dodging the subject of the kiss.
He’d initiated the kiss, and he knew Liam was probably waiting for him to say something, but when he tried, the words dried up. He needed to man the fuck up and admit he had feelings for Liam, feelings for the billionaire. But he wasn’t just a rich man, no, Liam was so much more than that.
Liam had won the court case and had obtained full custody of the twins. Spencer was glad. Adam and Jessica deserved a good home and he couldn’t think of a better one than Liam’s house. It may be large and expensive, but it was filled with love and laughter.
Cutting the padlock to the rear entrance, he slipped inside the pitch-black building and pulled the door shut. It was completely different to the noise going on outside or even two buildings down. Supposedly, this place was where Rocco kept his stash. If they could get their hands on Rocco’s goods, they might be able to lure the mob boss out of hiding.
“Heard a nasty rumor, Spencer,” Eagle drawled into his ear.
Spencer tensed and his heart lurched. How the fuck had they found out about Liam?
“What’s that?” He kept his voice flat.
“You been working a second job.”
His breath stuttered out with relief and he snorted under his breath. “Who told you?”
“It’s a joke going around the mess hall.”
Spencer ran crouched down along a row of tables and paused at the end to survey the area. “What joke?” he whispered.
“Mall cop?”
Link hooted with laughter.
Spencer silently groaned. There’d be no end in sight with razing from the rest of the guys on base.
“Fuckers,” he muttered and lunged forward, making his way around the dark perimeter.
Eagle snickered and then added seriously, “As long as you’re alert here, I don’t give a fuck what or who you do on your off time.”
Link laughed loudly. The asshole didn’t need to be quiet. Link was sitting sipping a cup of coffee in the restaurant across the street, keeping a watch on the front entrance. The noisy restaurant with live entertainment and laughing locals echoed in the background.
Eagle, on the other hand, was coming in the warehouse from the side entrance,
“It won’t affect shit,” he hissed when Link’s laughter grew. He had been completely ignoring Eagle’s attempt to get him to admit anything about Liam.
It didn’t matter, Eagle said it anyway on the next breath.
“Heard you were sleeping with the colonel.”
Just about ready to take a step, Spencer froze. “Untrue.”
“What do you do at his place every single weekend?” Link asked.
“None of your fuckin’ business,” he hissed and made his way across a wide section and toward an office.
“We’re just friends,” he argued.
They were so much more than friends. At least to himself, he could admit he’d fallen hard.
Eagle snorted.
“Of course, you two wouldn’t know anything about that since you don’t have any friends,” he muttered, checking the doorknob. It was locked. He took out his tools, jimmied the door open, and ducked inside the room.
“I got friends,” Link said, sounding disgruntled.
Eagle only laughed. “Way to deflect, Spence.”
“I win. Now shut up,” he growled and woke the computer up on the desk. It wasn’t locked. He slipped a flash drive into the computer and started copying data. Eagle arrived at the office in the next moment.
“Got anything?” Eagle asked.
“Copying files now.” He nodded to the computer.
Eagle grunted and spun toward the file cabinet. Easing open a drawer, he pulled documents out and