I smirk.“Getting to eat dinner with a beautiful woman is more than enough.”
She blushes deeply, and I know that my compliment has hit its mark.She is stunning, and if she hasn’t been told that every day, I will make it my mission to do so.
“You can’t be serious,” she says in a whisper.
“I am.I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven.”
I don’t allow her the opportunity to argue or deny me what I want.Quickly, I slip from her apartment and disappear down the stairs.I have a pep in my step and a broad smile on my face, knowing that I will be spending more time with the other half of my soul tomorrow.And if I have my way, every day after that.
My phone pings, and I pull it out to check my message.
Her:Thank you for your help.
Me:Any time, beautiful.
****
Kyson is waiting forme as soon as I reach the compound, a frown marring his face.
“Where have you been?”he asks.
“Out.”
“No shit.Where?”
I glare at him.“I know you are supposed to keep us safe, but I’m not a sixteen-year-old with a curfew, my friend.I can take care of myself.”
I walk past him to my office, where I have everything set up just the way I like it.I drop my bag on the counter before falling into my black leather chair and wheeling myself into place.I work through each of the cameras surrounding the compound and check that they are working and haven’t picked up any activity in the hour I have been off-site.
Kyson stands in the doorway, watching me closely.
“Can you hack into the surveillance of Sangre?”he asks after standing there for several minutes.
“Why?”I don’t look at him as I continue with my task.
“The jagters are going to find us eventually,” he explains.“And they are going to hit the town before they come up here for us.I would like to be prepared this time.”
My heartbeat accelerates at his words.Harlow is in town.Fuck my life.I need time to convince her to be mine.I know kidnapping Scarlet worked out for Kyson, but I have a feeling locking my woman away would only push her away from me.I don’t want to force her into doing anything.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Mateo.”Kyson waits until I focus my attention on him.“You need to talk to someone.If not me, then one of the others or the women.We can all see your mind isn’t here.”
“It’s none of your business...”
He holds up a hand, cutting me off.“It is, though.You are part of our security, our first line of defense, and you’re not doing your job.”
I glare at him.I want to kick his ass, but my rational mind is telling me he is right.
“Fine.I’ll find someone to talk to.”