“We’re wheels up in two hours. Is the information ready for me?” Finn says as he enters my office.
“Colton, have you finished with the people and profiles yet?” I ask. Since our encounter earlier, he has been diligently working on his laptop. He watches me when he thinks I won’t notice. But I can see him in the reflection of my screen.
“Just about. I have all the main people done. How do you want me to send it to you? I’m sure you don’t want to use company email for this.”
That’s right, I forgot to tell him that I reconfigured his laptop.
“Your new email is set up under the D drive. It’s linked to our personal servers. Anything you do on that computer can’t be traced back to you. Contacts are already loaded; send it to Finn and copy me in.”
“Personal servers?” His brows bunch together. That is his unsure face.
“Secure personal servers. I built them myself, so you don’t need to worry.”
“Are you guys like spies or something? Or is this normal for big corporations?” he asks, still doing the brow thing.
“No.” He’s run once. I won’t give him another reason to do it again.
“Okay. I finished the one I was working on and sent it to you. I got as many photos as I could offline, but they don’t do social media or anything. You’ll have to go off of descriptions.”
“DMV records,” I say, already logging into the database. “Send me what you have, and by the time Finn is in the air, I’ll have the photos.”
“Not spies, my ass,” Colton gripes, but he sends the email.
It takes the better part of an hour to finish the dossier on the members that Colton gave me. Colton stands and stretches his arms above his head with his wrists together. An image rushes into my head. Him tied to my bed with his hands bound above him. Me mapping out every inch of his body. I’ve never wanted to touch another man before Colton. The fact that he’s a man changes nothing. He belongs to me.
“I’m going to go check on Ollie. I’m getting hungry, so I’m sure he is too.”
“It’s lunchtime anyway. Mom said to meet them in Ollie’s room at 12:30.” I stand, place my hand on his lower back, and guide him out of the room.
“Ollie’s room? It’s his now?”
“Who else would need a room with a ball pit and a hundred stuffed animals?”
He laughs. His dimples appear. Mom has already set up the table we used before for lunch. The smell of pasta and fresh bread fills the space.
“Oh, good, you’re here. I was about to send Xavier down to get you both.” She smiles and glances over to the ball pit. “If I could get him out of there.”
“I’m babysitting,” he says in a sing-song voice. “Besides, Ollie is a blast to play with.”
“You just want to play in the ball pit. I told you I’d buy you one for home.” Declan says from a chair on the far side of the room. He has his laptop set up on a small table in front of him.
“Why are you here?” I ask. Declan is not a baby person.
“Xavier is here. Where else would I be?”
That makes sense. I didn’t understand Declan before, but now that I have Colton, I get it.
“Come on, everyone, let’s eat.” She walks over to the ball pit. “Where is my little June bug? Is he hiding from Mamó?” Ollie giggles and pops his head up from beneath a pile.
“Mo,” he yells and holds his arms up. Mom picks him up and swings him around before putting him in his high chair. Colton has that brow thing going again.
“What is it?” I ask quietly. I search for what could be confusing him in this situation, but come up empty.
“What’s a Mamó?” he asks.
“It’s Irish for grandma. I hope you don’t mind.” Mom replies.
Colton shakes his head but doesn’t say anything. His face is turned down to stare at the table. With my index finger, I turn his face toward me. His eyes are wet and shiny. He’s on the verge of tears.