shared with Ethan, shower and change into something appropriate. In no time at all.
Now or never.
He opened the door, took a step and nearly ran into Ethan.
“There you are,” he said through gritted teeth. “Get in the room, now.”
Ethan glanced over his shoulder, standing between him and the master.
“Now. Go.” He shooed Luke.
Luke didn’t ask questions. He crossed the suite in double time, Ethan hot on his heels, and shoved the door shut behind them.
“What’s going on?” Luke shucked his shirt and jacket.
“What—the—fuck, man?”
Luke glanced down.
“Your back.” Ethan turned him, back first to the mirror.
Scratches lined his shoulders.
“Huh. I forgot about those.” Luke flexed his arms. It was easy to imagine her hands back on him with such a vivid reminder right there.
“I take it last night went well?” Ethan grinned. “You should keep this one. She’s a cut above that Dianna chick.”
“Yeah.” Luke wasn’t about to share details, but he couldn’t agree more. His mind had been blown in a good way. “What’s going on?”
“They want to throw a dinner party tonight. I have four pages of notes on what we need to do.” Ethan shook the notes at him. “We’re fucking party planners.”
“Let me see those.”
Ethan handed the pages over. Luke squinted, screwing up one side of his mouth as if that would help him read Ethan’s cramped handwriting.
“Does…that say…unicorn—”
“Baby corn. There’s a ‘B’ right there.” Ethan snatched the notes back and began reading them, pacing the room.
“Keep reading. I need a shower.” Luke stepped into the bathroom, left the door open, and turned on the tap.
The list was long and mostly frivolous, but he’d done as much for other clients. Not that it was in his job description to be a go-for guy, but if the gig was boring, at least going on errands let him stretch his legs and get out. The only difference was that they had no idea if corn was really corn or code for something else. He couldn’t blindly trust his employers one bit.
By the time Ethan finished his monologue of the list with bonus commentary, Luke was showered and ready to tackle at least the next part of the day.
“I’m still waiting on the IDs from those guys last night,” Ethan said.
Aegis Group had two of the most badass techs around. If Zain didn’t know where something could be procured—he could in less than an hour. Gavin’s special power was not sleeping. The kid worked round the clock with a tenacity that didn’t stop.
“We need to drop it, man. I don’t think it’s a good idea to go poking around while we’re still with these people.” The fear in Abigail’s voice and his promise haunted Luke.
A knock at the door interrupted Ethan’s reply. He held up his finger, as though Luke needed to be told to hush.
Whatever.
He stepped into clean boxers and snagged a pair of pants, stepping into them while Ethan answered the door. Luke didn’t even have his trousers fastened before Ethan stepped back and Abigail entered.
Luke’s reaction was immediate. Their gazes locked, and it took all of his self-control to not walk across the room and kiss the woman senseless. Except she had a wrinkle between her eyes and a frown on her lips.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Something happen this morning?” What wasn’t Abigail telling him?
“Shopping was tedious. How was your morning?” Her gaze trailed down to his chest.
“Fine.” He fastened his pants, the better to keep his dick under control. He snagged a shirt and his belt, conscious of two sets of eyes watching him.
Ethan tilted his head to the side. They hadn’t had a moment to discuss the open door policy with Abigail, but Luke wasn’t about to leave her out of anything.
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