Striker (K19 Security Solutions Book 6) by Heather Slade

Author:Heather Slade [Slade, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sparrow Publishing
Published: 2019-04-14T18:30:00+00:00

Striker wasn’t sure what he’d just walked into, but the tension in the house’s entryway was as thick as bay area fog.

“I’m here to meet with Razor,” he said when all four women looked at him.

“He’s downstairs,” Ava told him, adding, “with Stuart,” when he walked away.

Maybe that’s why they were all staring at him. Did they think he’d cause a scene?

After his conversation with Merrigan, Striker was even more determined not to pull Aine into his DNA clusterfuck. She hadn’t agreed, but saying the words out loud to someone who knew him as well as Fatale did, had allowed him to let his guard down and talk from an emotional place rather than just state the facts he’d shared with the stranger on the plane and Razor.

“Hey, Striker,” said Razor when he walked into the workout room where he was talking to Stuart. He’d noticed when he walked by that the office door was closed.

“Hello, Stuart,” he said, determined not to be as much of an asshole as he’d been the other times he was around the plumber.

The man stepped forward and shook his hand, but didn’t say anything.

“Is Mercer here yet?” Striker asked.

“Negative. Should be soon, though. I’m sure Quinn is champing at the bit to see Penelope and Tara.”

Striker nodded. “Is our meeting still on?”

“Sure is.” Razor looked at the plumber. “Don’t want to be rude, but today is a work day for us.”

“Not a problem.”

Striker watched Stu head up the stairs, and followed Razor into the office. “What the hell is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe it was my imagination.”

“Oh, you mean the conversation taking place upstairs?”

“Crickets when I walked in.”

Razor laughed. “That’s because you were the hot topic when I rescued Stuart and brought him down here.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, there aren’t that many of us who are still single, and you’re one of the only bachelors here this weekend.”

Striker scrubbed his face. “Fuck.”

“Sorry, dude.”

“Maybe I should skip Thanksgiving this year.”

“No way,” said Razor, surprising him with his tone of voice.

“It isn’t a problem. I’m not big on holidays anyway.”

“No, and that’s final.”

“What the hell?”

“You’re not spending Thanksgiving alone, Ellis.”

“Not a big deal.”

“It is to me. I’ll feel like shit, and if I feel like shit, Avarie will too, and if she feels like shit, everyone else here will know it.”

“I don’t want to cause trouble.”

“Don’t let Tara crawl into your bed, and there won’t be any.”

“Jesus. Seriously?”

“Yep, that’s what they were talking about when Stuart and I left the room.”

No wonder Aine looked so tense when he walked in. Was her friend really that insensitive? Didn’t women have some kind of code about not hooking up with someone’s ex-boyfriend? He looked over at the doorway and saw Aine standing in the hallway.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but is Stuart down here?”

“Nope, he went back upstairs a minute ago,” Razor answered.

“Oh. I didn’t see him.”

“Are you okay?” Striker asked.

“Yeah…um…can I talk to you for a minute?”

Striker nodded. “What’s up?” he asked, leading her into the workout room and closing the office door behind them.

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