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like that. “What would that accomplish?”
Heidi grinned at her. “Then he’ll be as miserable as you are.”
And it would be over.
Bet finished and won on a technicality.
“Oh yeah.” Heidi picked up a slice of banana and popped it into her mouth as she turned Harlow’s way. “And some guy wants to kill Mona.”
Harlow held up one finger. “I’m going to need you to take a couple steps back.”
“Technically it’s not about me.” Mona grabbed the glass of juice as she fell against the back of her chair. “He just wants to get to Pierce.”
Harlow’s brows slowly lifted up her forehead. “And he knows that killing you would get to Pierce how?”
Damn it.
This was a fricking vicious cycle.
Mona sipped at the icy juice, shrugging her shoulders as she slouched down in her seat.
Heidi snagged one more bite of banana before turning to go to her desk. “I can find out.”
This was the main problem with what she did for a living.
There was no way to keep a secret. Somehow, some way it would be found out.
Like when your boyfriend cheats on you.
There’s no way to ignore it and move on when the women around you declare war.
And little did Anthony Sanders realize that was what was about to happen to him.
But he wasn’t going to lose something as trivial as his gym membership and the password to his Amazon account.
It wasn’t just a team of women he’d pissed off. It was a team of women who ran a pile of men who solved their problems in a completely different sort of way.
Which meant Anthony Sanders was probably going to end up dead.
CHAPTER 9
“MR. BARRICK?” ELISE stood in the open door to his office. “There’s a delivery here.”
“Excellent.” Pierce stood from the chair where he’d been waiting.
Expecting Mona to come through his door instead of the new office manager.
He followed Elise to the front entry where Brock, Wade, and Rico stood in the center of his late night purchases.
Rico lifted a brow. “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”
“We are all stuck in a single location, living on top of each other. I thought we could use something to make the atmosphere a little more tolerable.”
Wade lifted a fiddle leaf fig. “So you bought five hundred plants?”
“Fifty. I bought fifty plants.” He scanned them. “It appears they’re all here.”
“Where in the hell are you going to put all these?” Brock shoved at a crate of smaller philodendrons.
Pierce turned to Elise. “I suppose that’s up to you.”
He’d hoped Mona would be the one to choose where the plants went. She was the reason they were here.
He heard her tell Eva how upset she was to give away her houseplants before her final move here.
He would have flown them to Alaska if he’d known.
So this was his second best option.
To provide her with replacements.
He’d started with the one in his office, hoping it might draw her in.
Then the ones that went into her office last night.
Now these that would go anywhere else she might decide to visit.
“I would like one of each in my private rooms.” Pierce glanced down the main hall. “Some in the recreation room. Some in the common area of the rooming building. And anywhere else you think could use some greenery.”
Elise looked out the glass doors. “We’re in Alaska. Everywhere could use some greenery.”
“What is this?” Lennie, one of the women who came from Investigative Resources stopped as she came through the door of the walkway leading to the rooming building.
“Plants.” Elise went to stand at Lennie’s side. “You want one in your room?”
“Really?” Lennie looked from Elise to Pierce. “Can I?”
“Of course.” He tipped his head toward the array. “Choose whatever you want.”
Lennie carefully worked her way around the boxes and pots, pausing to stroke her fingers down a broad leaf on one of the fiddle leaf figs before moving on. Finally she chose one of the smaller spider plants. “This one is nice.”
“What about this one?” Rico tugged the pot of the fiddle leaf fig Lennie showed attention, pulling it away from the rest. “Didn’t you like this one?”
Lennie gave him a soft smile. “I don’t want to take one of the big ones.”
“It’s gotta go somewhere, mi vida .” Rico hefted the pot off the ground.
Lenni gave him a look from the corners of her eyes, one dark brow lifting. “Seriously?”
Rico’s easy grin faltered.
Pierce couldn’t help but smirk. At least he wasn’t the only one struggling with the women from Ohio.
Rico’s smile was completely gone now, replaced with