Remember When (Teach Me Book 3) by RC Boldt

Author:RC Boldt [Boldt, RC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Teach Me Series, Book 3
Publisher: RC Boldt Publishing
Published: 2016-05-09T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“GOT IT, ADOLPH. OH, AND your mother wanted me to remind you to bring that stuff over to Tate’s because, and I quote, ‘It’s November twelfth, Foster Bryant.’ I still fail to understand how that sweet woman gave birth to you, by the way. It’s like a Rosemary’s baby kind of thing, huh?”

Miller’s ears perked up instantly at Noelle’s mention of Tate. Foster, still out on site, had called to check in on something. Hence the “Adolph” and “Rosemary’s Baby” references. Those two just never quit.

But what was the deal with it being November twelfth? And what “stuff” was Foster bringing over to Tate’s? And why?

As he continued to type up the report on the status of his and Doc’s “Surviving An Active Shooter” training with the employees at the Jacksonville International Airport, he listened to the conversation taking place. Doc had already finished up their report on Kings Bay and had left early to head home to be around for the guys installing a new A/C unit in his place. Kane was out at one of their potential sites with Langley, completing an assessment, so that had left only himself and Noelle back at the office.

“Got it, Vader.” Miller heard her scribble something down before she gave what sounded like a cross between a snort and scoff. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You know you’d be lost without me. Get your burly ass back here and sign off on these forms, already.” She muttered another, “Mmm-hmmm,” before hanging up the phone.

Miller continued typing, trying to concentrate on the task before him, attempting to dismiss his curiosity over the one-sided conversation he’d overhead. He had managed to get through one small section before Noelle spoke.

“You’re over there dying to know what I was talking about, aren’t you?”

His back to her as he worked at his desk, he let out a long sigh before turning slightly to face her. She had a barely concealed smirk on her face, leaning forward, forearms resting on her desk.

He attempted to play it cool. “What makes you say that?”

Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her arms, studying him intently. “The fact that your entire back stiffened when I mentioned Tate’s name.” Noelle’s brows raised slightly. “The way your typing paused for a split second as soon as the ‘T’ word slipped from my lips.” She grinned at him.

Miller was caught between the urge to groan in frustration and being utterly impressed by the way Noelle had zeroed in on his reaction. Hell, maybe this woman had missed her calling.

Swiveling his chair around to fully face her, he crossed his own arms and leaned back, mimicking her stance. “Oh? Did I?” he asked innocently with a touch of nonchalance.

“Yes,” she imitated his tone, “you did.” Seeming pleased with herself, she added, “You want to know what I was telling Foster?”

Giving a quick shrug of his shoulders, as if he couldn’t care less—not true, because he cared a lot—he tossed back, “If you want to tell me.”

“Do you want me to tell you?”

“Do you want to tell me?” he shot back.

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