Bad Joey (Mayberry Protectors Book 2) by Rhys Everly

Author:Rhys Everly [Everly, Rhys]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rhys Writes Romance
Published: 2022-12-05T16:00:00+00:00

When I left for the office the next day, Joey was still asleep, so I didn’t wake him. I did, however, notice that Shadow jumped in bed with him as soon as I was out.

“I don’t know how I feel about you cheating on me, you little shitbag,” I told him, but as usual, he ignored me and became Mr. Floppy Floppers against Joey.

It had been such a great night last night, and even though we didn’t have sex, kissing and holding each other on the couch and in bed did things to my tummy that I hadn’t felt before.

Things like reassuring me that Joey was the other half I’d been waiting for all my life, even if I hadn’t known it.

So it was no surprise when I walked into the office—half-full as one would expect on a Saturday—with a big smile.

A smile my colleagues seemed to notice. Constance, Thom, hell, even Walter noticed.

But as soon as I settled on my desk, I knew something was wrong.

My research papers had been perfectly stacked before, and they weren’t anymore. The pencil case was a few too many inches to the right, my Post-it Notes were on the opposite side, and my drawer was an inch open.

“Someone’s been through my desk. Who’s been through my desk?” I shouted before I could stop myself.

“What are you talking about?” Constance asked, looking at me from her desk.

“I’m talking about my desk being a mess. I didn’t leave it a mess yesterday.”

Another one of my colleagues stood by my desk, squinted, and then turned to me, confused.

“It doesn’t look a mess to me,” he said.

“Well, it is! The pencil case is too far right, the Post-it Notes have been moved, and I never ever leave drawers open.”

“Relax, Ortiz. This is a communal office. Maybe someone was looking for a pen or something,” Thom said.

“You’re overreacting,” said the other colleague.

“I’m not!” I exhaled and stepped back.

Why couldn’t they see it? Why was everyone acting like I was paranoid? I probably was, to be fair, but not about this.

I knew myself. I knew my habits, and I knew that I’d never leave my desk in that state.

I started running backward before I collided with another desk and ran out of the office, feeling the fluster in my cheeks and the strain in my throat.

They’d found me.

They’d found me.

Or they didn’t care anymore. They didn’t care if I saw them or something.

Were they going to kill me? Was that why they didn’t care anymore? Were they coming for me?

By the time I was out on the street, breathing was a chore, and my chest felt like lead.

I tried to look for my inhaler, but I kept getting distracted by the people walking past me.

Were they watching me? Who was watching me? Was that couple really out on a stroll? And what was with that woman with the umbrella? It wasn’t even raining.

They were after me.

Shit. They’re after me.

“Tiago? Tiago, are you okay?” King appeared and grabbed my shoulders.

I shook my head and my throat wheezed.

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