admire the scenery every once in a while?”
“Um, Lace, this looks more like a habit.” Laughter danced in Ty’s eyes.
“Well, what the hell good is an internet connection without porn? Besides, it’s not like I’ve had any fun myself. Unlike you guys, I’ve led a repressed, chaste existence.”
“Hey now, what about the Spaghetti-O debacle?”
“Your pride is so easily wounded, stud.” She winked at them. “I meant until recently.”
“So you’ve never tried any of these things, little one?”
Under the heat of their combined stares, she thought she might melt. How much should she confess? Had they found the other files on her hard drive? She settled for part of the truth. “I wanted to.”
“What aren’t you telling us?” Mason’s eyes crinkled as he squinted up at her.
She focused on untangling her fingers from the hem of her T-shirt. They knew all her tells. Instead, she tried to deflect his scrutiny. “Why do you care, Mason? I thought you weren’t interested in my sex life.”
“I just assumed you’d want to clue us in to any other personal tidbits so we can wipe this drive before we turn your computer over to our cyber detective in the morning.”
Her pulse raced and she put out a hand to steady herself on the desk. “Why are you going to do that? To track down the reporter?”
“Damn it, Mason. You have a big mouth sometimes.” Ty’s hands encircled her waist and lifted her across Mason’s imposing frame before settling her in his lap. The space in the room seemed to get much, much smaller as all three of them tucked into the tiny alcove together.
She peeked up at Mason. The serious stare he used to scan her reaction encouraged her to buck up. Though she addressed Ty, her words were meant for the natural leader of their little group. “It’s alright, Ty. I want to know what’s going on. I can handle it.”
He nodded, “I don’t think Anon Y. Mous is a reporter. I think someone else didn’t want you to get their message, so they scrambled the email.”
Thankful she already sat, she tried to play off the ice freezing her veins. “No problem, I’ll just answer the phone the next time they call.”
Neither man said a word.
“Is the ringer back on?” The hair on her nape stood on end.
“There hasn’t been a single call all night, honey.” Ty situated her closer to his heat. “I think your informant might have given up.”
“We’ll get the data back, Lace.” It would be easy to believe Mason’s assured confidence. “Just let us know if there’s anything else we need to move off this machine before morning.”
The deliberation took a handful of seconds. She couldn’t risk anyone cracking her passwords. “There’s a folder named Jackson .”
A shiver ran up her spine just mentioning the title. Tyler buffed her arms. The lack of reaction from the guys confirmed they didn’t understand what it meant to her.
“All this time… I-I thought Rob had told you.” Though he’d promised to keep the incident between them, she’d always suspected Ty and Mason knew and that it was the reason they kept their distance from her. She should have known Rob would never break a promise.
“You’re making yourself bleed, Lacey.”
A hint of iron tang burst on her tongue as she licked the spot on her lip she’d worried. “Please, just make sure that folder is gone before anyone else sees my computer.”
Tyler’s biceps locked her in place as he reached around her torso. The screen flashed as he pulled up the offensive directory, preparing to transfer it temporarily to Rob’s old computer. As the files copied over, the content metadata flashed across the screen, sealing her fate.
OSPD-Report-2005-215437.pdf now transferring.
Tyler’s legs went rock hard beneath her ass when every muscle in his body clenched simultaneously. Beside her, a fierce growl emanated from Mason’s behemoth chest. Both men recognized the standard naming convention of a state police
“Um, Lace, this looks more like a habit.” Laughter danced in Ty’s eyes.
“Well, what the hell good is an internet connection without porn? Besides, it’s not like I’ve had any fun myself. Unlike you guys, I’ve led a repressed, chaste existence.”
“Hey now, what about the Spaghetti-O debacle?”
“Your pride is so easily wounded, stud.” She winked at them. “I meant until recently.”
“So you’ve never tried any of these things, little one?”
Under the heat of their combined stares, she thought she might melt. How much should she confess? Had they found the other files on her hard drive? She settled for part of the truth. “I wanted to.”
“What aren’t you telling us?” Mason’s eyes crinkled as he squinted up at her.
She focused on untangling her fingers from the hem of her T-shirt. They knew all her tells. Instead, she tried to deflect his scrutiny. “Why do you care, Mason? I thought you weren’t interested in my sex life.”
“I just assumed you’d want to clue us in to any other personal tidbits so we can wipe this drive before we turn your computer over to our cyber detective in the morning.”
Her pulse raced and she put out a hand to steady herself on the desk. “Why are you going to do that? To track down the reporter?”
“Damn it, Mason. You have a big mouth sometimes.” Ty’s hands encircled her waist and lifted her across Mason’s imposing frame before settling her in his lap. The space in the room seemed to get much, much smaller as all three of them tucked into the tiny alcove together.
She peeked up at Mason. The serious stare he used to scan her reaction encouraged her to buck up. Though she addressed Ty, her words were meant for the natural leader of their little group. “It’s alright, Ty. I want to know what’s going on. I can handle it.”
He nodded, “I don’t think Anon Y. Mous is a reporter. I think someone else didn’t want you to get their message, so they scrambled the email.”
Thankful she already sat, she tried to play off the ice freezing her veins. “No problem, I’ll just answer the phone the next time they call.”
Neither man said a word.
“Is the ringer back on?” The hair on her nape stood on end.
“There hasn’t been a single call all night, honey.” Ty situated her closer to his heat. “I think your informant might have given up.”
“We’ll get the data back, Lace.” It would be easy to believe Mason’s assured confidence. “Just let us know if there’s anything else we need to move off this machine before morning.”
The deliberation took a handful of seconds. She couldn’t risk anyone cracking her passwords. “There’s a folder named Jackson .”
A shiver ran up her spine just mentioning the title. Tyler buffed her arms. The lack of reaction from the guys confirmed they didn’t understand what it meant to her.
“All this time… I-I thought Rob had told you.” Though he’d promised to keep the incident between them, she’d always suspected Ty and Mason knew and that it was the reason they kept their distance from her. She should have known Rob would never break a promise.
“You’re making yourself bleed, Lacey.”
A hint of iron tang burst on her tongue as she licked the spot on her lip she’d worried. “Please, just make sure that folder is gone before anyone else sees my computer.”
Tyler’s biceps locked her in place as he reached around her torso. The screen flashed as he pulled up the offensive directory, preparing to transfer it temporarily to Rob’s old computer. As the files copied over, the content metadata flashed across the screen, sealing her fate.
OSPD-Report-2005-215437.pdf now transferring.
Tyler’s legs went rock hard beneath her ass when every muscle in his body clenched simultaneously. Beside her, a fierce growl emanated from Mason’s behemoth chest. Both men recognized the standard naming convention of a state police
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