Deadly Coincidence (Brantley Walker Off the Books #4) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,89

together, he would learn more little details about her in the way she worked. The way she would move her fingers over the keys even without depressing them. As though she was typing up her thoughts as she had them. Or the way she would chew on her bottom lip while she toggled between screens. And every now and again, she would blow her hair back from her face, which rarely did any good because those stray strands would simply fall forward again.

As he sipped coffee, Baz unabashedly admired her, listening to her mutter to herself as her fingers flew over the keyboard, this time with intent. He’d been listening to her for an hour, learning her true feelings for Luca Switzer, a man she clearly respected but secretly despised. Baz wanted to believe that was due to the man’s superior abilities—JJ’s words, not his—and not a previous relationship the two of them had.

If only Baz had the right to care or be jealous of JJ and her past relationships, then he might just ask her. Unfortunately, he’d given up that right last night when he had…

He shook off the thoughts of last night. It made him sick to his stomach to think about, to know he was capable of being with another woman when only one held his heart. It didn’t matter that he’d overindulged, that he’d drowned his sorrows in whiskey. That was no excuse.

“Why would you do this, Dante?” JJ grumbled to herself.

Forcing himself back to the present, Baz got to his feet. He grabbed JJ’s lukewarm coffee, poured it in the sink, and got her a fresh cup, adding milk and sugar, just as she preferred.

He passed it back to her without a word, not wanting to intrude.

She muttered a thanks but didn’t look up from her computer screen.

“Most of his email correspondence is work related,” JJ said absently. “Probably be more beneficial to hack his social media accounts.”

He listened as she worked through the problems, her eyes continuing to scan the screen. Although sitting idly wasn’t his favorite thing to do, Baz knew better than to offer to help.

Baz had just sat down when his phone buzzed. It was lying on the kitchen island, right by JJ’s computer, so she was the first to see the name on the screen.

“Is Molly the woman from last night?”

Frowning, he picked up his phone, saw Molly Ryan was the caller.

Problem was, Baz didn’t know a Molly.

Answering anyway, he greeted with a clipped, “Hello.”

“Hey,” a sugary-sweet voice sounded on the other end. “I was hoping you’d answer.”

He had no idea who she was, but she sounded completely comfortable with him, so Baz had to assume he knew her. “Yeah, hey.”

“I thought for sure you’d call me today. I expected you to come by after I got back from brunch.”

Ah, hell.

Baz’s stomach roiled, his eyes shooting to JJ.

Nope, no way was she too preoccupied to notice. She was staring back at him, clearly waiting for him to say something.

Because he had no explanation for either woman, he stepped out of the room, opting for a little privacy. “How’d you get my number?”

“I called myself from your phone. Then I programmed mine into yours, silly. I didn’t want you to forget to get it. Which you did,” she said in a singsong voice. “So, would you like to come over?”

He was able to answer with a resounding, “I can’t.”

“You can’t? Or you won’t?”

Yeah, this wasn’t good.

“Look, Molly, last night…”

“Was amazing,” she filled in. “So amazing. I know you felt it too, Sebastian.”

Sebastian? No one called him that.

“And I think we owe it to ourselves to explore this, see where it goes.”

Before he could object, she blasted him with news that nearly took him out at the knees.

“After all, there’s a good chance I’m pregnant.” She giggled. “I mean, we did have sex without a condom.”

“What?”

Instantly the night was on replay in his head. He recalled Moonshiners, going home with her, on the couch. He specifically remembered her rolling a condom on him because—

Oh, fuck.

She had rolled a condom on him, but she’d been so aggressive it had broken.

Had they had sex without it? Seriously?

Oh, Jesus.

“It’s okay, Sebastian,” Molly said sweetly. “I know you think we don’t know each other well enough to have a baby, but if it happens, then it must be kismet, right? Divine intervention and all that?”

Oh, hell.

Baz was going to be sick.

*

JJ forced herself to focus on searching Dante’s emails for anything that might lead them to