Although if he could remember the sleeping with Molly part, he definitely wouldn’t want to take away the memory . . .
He shut off the lights and headed down the hall.
Archer was perched on the edge of Molly’s desk going through a file. Joe and Reyes stood near the front door talking.
“You out?” Archer asked Lucas.
“Not yet. Going to finish the report.”
Reyes looked at Lucas. “You never did say which chick you ended up with the other night.”
Lucas froze. There’d been a lot of times where living or dying had depended on his next move and yet in that instant, all skills deserted him.
“Let me guess,” Reyes said. “The stacked brunette at the end of the bar, right? She’s new, never seen her before.”
Lucas had to strain to remember the brunette. The brunette who hadn’t been Molly. He glanced at her and found her staring at him like the cat with a canary.
“It could’ve been the hot redhead at the pool table,” Joe said.
It was a predicament. For one thing, Lucas’s alibi was sitting right there, not that he’d point the finger at her. He’d never do that, and not just because it would mean his certain death, but because it was no one’s business who she slept with. “Yeah,” Lucas said. “Sure.”
“Sure to which?” Reyes asked. “Bar brunette or pool babe?”
Molly propped her chin in her hands like she was watching the most fascinating show ever.
“Both?” Joe asked hopefully.
“Pig,” Molly said to her brother, who shrugged.
“He’s single,” Joe said. “Gotta live vicariously through him now.”
“I’ll be sure to let Kylie know you think so,” Molly said. “Also, that ‘hot redhead’ at the pool table has a name. It’s Ivy and she’s pretty great.”
“Right,” Reyes said, pointing at Molly. “Ivy’s the taco truck chick—you know that new taco truck parked on the corner now? She makes amazing food.”
No one answered because everyone was looking at Lucas, waiting on his answer.
“None of your fucking business,” he told the room.
Archer let out a rare laugh and pushed off of Molly’s desk, heading back to his office. “Elle’s vote was that you ended up with no one.”
Lucas opened his mouth, caught Molly’s gaze, and then shut it. Elle was going to have to think he was a loser who made women up in his mind, and it wasn’t because Joe and Archer would kill him. It was because he wouldn’t rat out Molly for anything.
Joe and Reyes said their goodbyes and left, and Molly immediately stood up and grabbed her purse, looking to be suddenly in a hurry.
In a hurry to avoid him, he bet.
“’Night,” she said.
“You can run but you can’t hide,” he said quietly.
She laughed, but still left. When the door closed behind her, Lucas took a step to follow her and then realized someone was watching him.
Archer was back, leaning against the doorjamb. “So . . . how did things really go?”
Lucas knew he wasn’t asking about today’s job, but it was worth pretending. “Felt good to be out. I’m more than ready.”
“Good to know,” Archer said. “Now answer the question I asked.”
Lucas blew out a breath and gave it to him straight. “I’m not sure Molly can be deterred from taking the bad Santa case. The old ladies hit her pretty hard for a sympathy vote.”
“Are you telling me that a couple of old ladies are better at the game than you?”
“Hell no.”
“Good,” Archer said. “Cuz I’ve got a new job for you.”
“Why am I not feeling excited about this,” Lucas muttered.
“If she dives in to help the elves without asking me or Joe for help—”
“Are you kidding me?” Lucas asked. “She’s not going to ask you for help. She’ll never ask anyone for help and you know it.”
“I do,” Archer said. “So you’re going to offer to help her, and keep her safe while you’re at it. And since I value my life, you’re not going to tell her I put you on the case.”
“So . . . if she finds out, I’m the only one who’s going to die?”
“Correct,” Archer said.
Good to know everyone’s six was being protected except his own. He went back to his office. Not feeling all that great about the state of affairs of his life at the moment, he leaned back in his chair and studied his ceiling. Things had been much less complicated before he’d gotten shot. Before he’d slept with the woman who he was supposed to be protecting and keeping safe—without her knowing about it.
Most days after work, he hit the gym or went on a run. But his doctor hadn’t cleared him for any of that. His doctor hadn’t cleared him for jack shit—including whatever he’d done with Molly . . .
Hold up . . .
If he’d had wild and crazy sex, wouldn’t his side hurt like a son of a bitch? He scrunched his abs. A twinge, yes, but no real pain. Inconclusive, dammit. Because chances were, for sex he’d have fought through any pain.
Hmm. He opened his laptop. He wasn’t supposed to be able to access his fellow employee files. No one was supposed to be able to. But he’d been hired for his dubious IT skills so it wasn’t a stretch for him to locate Molly’s home address.
He left the offices and strode through the courtyard that was decorated for the holidays with garlands of evergreen entwined with twinkling white lights in every doorway and window frame, not to mention a huge Christmas tree between the entrance and the alley. He entered the alley, and as expected found Old Man Eddie sitting on an upside-down empty crate. The guy was a sixties throwback with a shock of long white hair that tended to stick up around his head like Einstein’s. Everyone, including Spence Baldwin, the owner of the building and Eddie’s actual grandson had tried to get Eddie off the streets. All efforts had been met with sweet but steely resistance. Today Eddie was on his phone playing a game, presumably against the man sitting on another crate across from him.
Caleb was in a suit, an expensive one by the looks of it, and yet seemed perfectly at home in the alley.
“Fucker,” Eddie said fondly.
Caleb snorted. “Your problem’s that you play with your heart, old man.”
“Right,” Eddie said. “I forgot that you don’t have one.”
Caleb nodded a quick greeting at Lucas, still playing the game. He was a venture capitalist, some kind of a tech genius, and a longtime client of Hunt Investigations. Lucas had been tasked with guarding the guy’s back on several occasions now, and since one of those occasions had involved a near and not accidental mugging where Caleb had entirely held his own with some impressive MMA-like skills, Lucas had nothing but respect for the guy.
“Feeling better than you were the other night?” Caleb asked Lucas.
“Yeah, man, cuz you were looking pretty out of it,” Eddie said. “That’s probably why that cutie-pie from your office walked you up to bed.” He slid him a sly smile. “She didn’t leave until morning, so I’m guessing it was a good night for you.”
Caleb went brows up and finally gave up the game to stare at Lucas. “Wait—Molly? You spent the night with Molly? You have a death wish or something?”
Or something. “How much for you to never repeat any part of that story?” Lucas said to Eddie, ignoring Caleb for now. He wasn’t worried about Caleb. Caleb knew the value of secrets and kept plenty of his own. But Eddie loved and adored nothing as much as some good gossip.
Proving it, the old man smiled slyly and held out his hand.
Shit. Lucas fished out a twenty.
Eddie just kept smiling.
Lucas added a second twenty.
Eddie’s hand remained out.
So Lucas added a third twenty, and then a fourth.
“That should do it,” Eddie said.
“Sucker,” Caleb said with a shake of his head.
Chapter 5
#DefineNice