Is that what’s got you so riled up? She’s not making you a bas-relief, is she?” He pulls me into his lap. “You seemed upset earlier.”
“Nope. Paige’s art is way too whimsical to make me look cool.” Laughing, I shake my head. “And I’m fine. But, Mag?”
“Yeah?” His hand strokes my arm.
“Why were you checking the security footage?” I ask, carefully choosing my words.
His huge shoulders roll as he shrugs.
“It’s an app synced to my phone. I do it periodically when I’m away. I like to make sure my office is safe and sound.” He brings his fingers to my chin and tilts my face softly, bringing me into those sharp blue eyes.
“News to me. So you’re able to look in on the zoo even when you’re not there?”
“I was checking the office, not you. The cameras only cover my office and the main work areas. It’s not like I spy on everyone’s desk. Still, seeing you there was a relief,” he says, then his fraught smile sinks. “I’ve been paranoid ever since Marissa got attacked, I’ll admit. I need my EA safe.”
“You called me yours again. Oops,” I tease with a small smile, burrowing into his chest.
“You’re reading way too much into it,” he growls.
I look up, loving how he turns away. “Hey, I thought it was sexy, but if I’m reading too much into it—”
“No.” His eyes snap back to me and he slides a hand under my shirt, finding my nipple, making me sigh with the roughness of his fingertips. “We’ll stick with sexy.”
Two weeks later, I’m in the town car with Jordan perched between Mag and me. It’s actually warm enough for a light jacket with March right around the corner.
For the first time, the boy doesn’t have his earbuds in, and he’s taking in the sights as they pass by, a big question mark on his face.
“Guys, c’mon, where are we going?” he asks for the tenth time today.
“It’s a secret,” Mag answers, zipping his fingers across his lips, also for the tenth time.
“Brina?” Jordan asks, his adorably frustrated face turning to me.
“Sorry.” I hide a smirk, studying my nails.
“Aw, this is stupid. At least, give me a hint.”
“You’ll like it,” I say. “There. That’s your clue.”
He lets out one of those prized middle-schooler huffs, complete with droopy shoulders, but I can tell he’s excited, even if he’s trying to play it cool.
“That’s the hint? Is it pizza again?”
I laugh. “It’s too early for Pizza Shack.”
Mag takes my hand and we spend the rest of the trip fending off Jordan’s questions until we stop in front of a wide flat brick building. A sixty-foot neon-red sign above the parking lot says Dreer Pharmaceuticals.
“What’s this place? A pharma company?” Jordan asks as he climbs out. “I’m not here for a flu shot, right?”
Mag steps out of the car, grinning as he helps me out.
“No needles, I promise. What you should know is, everything’s negotiable,” Mag says matter-of-factly. “First rule of business. Will you remember that, J-man?”
“Dude, why?” Jordan asks, irritation flaring in his voice. “Just hold your big speeches and tell me why we’re here.”
Mag turns, bathing me in an excited look before facing Jordan’s impatient gaze again.
“Because. I negotiated a full tour of the chem lab into the contract with our client here. I’m supporting your future career in science. You’re welcome.” Mag gives his brother a proud smile.
“You—what? Whoa.” Jordan’s eyes become huge and he grins. “We’re touring a lab? Like, a real one?”
“Yep. I wouldn’t waste your time with a fake.” Mag winks.
“Finally something cool!” Jordan yells, pumping his fist in the air.
A man lets us in the building and shakes Mag’s hand. “Are you the Heron party? Welcome.”
“Yes.” He motions to me. “My EA, Sabrina Bristol.” He motions to Jordan. “And this is my younger brother, Jordan Quail.”
“Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Grant Dreer, the owner of this company and grandson of the founder.” He nods to me, then Jordan. “Follow me.”
We walk through a long off-white hallway and stop in front of a heavy blue door. “This is the lab we’ll be touring today, but you’ll each need to grab a jacket and safety gear first.” He points to hooks on the wall where white lab coats hang.
We each grab one and pull it on.
He moves deeper into a nearby closet and frowns. “Sorry, looks like we’re one short. I’m going to get goggles, but I’ll need you all to stay right here until I’m back. I can’t let anyone