“That’s an after-you-meet-them conversation, but nothing bad.” The opposite of bad, but I was going to be cautious until I didn’t have a reason to be.
“You have a car here? Mine hasn’t been delivered from Albion yet.”
I nodded toward the entrance. “Yeah. And you’re having a car brought all the way from Albion?”
“They’re much better cars, and I’ll be the first to admit I prefer the finer things in life.”
Laughing, I pushed the outer door open into the afternoon sunshine. “I think you’ll fit right in.”
He slid into the car and looked over at me. “Oh?”
“Well, do you play or did you play a sport?”
“Rugby.”
“Should have known. You know me. All of us are athletes or former ones, and we all have one other very big thing in common.”
“What’s that?”
I pulled my sunglasses from the cupholder and put them on, now that I was driving towards the sun. If he was on board with this, therewas no doubt about the accuracy of instinct. “We’re all heavily involved in kink and BDSM.”
Aiden tipped his head back and laughed. “That will not be a problem. Fuck me.” He laughed once more. “A clear matchup if I’ve ever seen one.”
“I’d ask you what your interests are, but I don’t want you repeating yourself multiple times.”
“I appreciate that.”
Small talk ruled the rest of the drive. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long. The others were going to kill me for not giving them a heads up. But if I was going to be surprised by this, then so were they.
I dialed Brooks as I stepped out of the car. He answered on the second ring. “What’s up?”
“You’re all home?”
“Trinity isn’t yet. How’d it go?”
“It… went fine.”
His voice turned suspicious. “That sounded completely natural.”
“No, it went fine. It just didn’t go completely to plan.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I need all of you guys by the front door. Be there in five.”
“What—”
I ended the call. He was about to get all his questions answered.
Aiden shut the door and looked around the parking garage. “Not the best security for the garage.”
I led him to the elevator with a chuckle. “Most of the world doesn’t need a bomb bunker just for their car.”
He shrugged. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Planning on renovating the garage and you haven’t even seen the apartment yet?”
“Renovate? No. Place as many extra cameras as are actually needed? Yes.”