Chapter 8

• On edge and impatient, Brody paced to the window and waited for Grayson to drag himself away from his computers to give them an update. Dom was still missing, probably in the comp room staring Gray down until he finished. Jennah and Tessa were sitting quietly discussing baby names—apparently the ten times they’d already decided on a name wasn’t the final one, yet. Joslee was leaning over his coffee like a he hadn’t slept in days, which was more than possible, they’d been free to do what they wanted for too long now. Smithy was quiet, which was his usual M.O., for the man to listen to unspoken thoughts. His silence was making Brody’s jaw tick; he kept looking at him and then nonchalantly over at Tessa. If the man uttered one word of what had taken place between them tonight he’d have a hard time reading anyone’s mind while he was head first in the toilet.
• “I know everyone is tired,” Dom came in and headed to the table. “But let’s get this information out, so we can grab a few hours rest.” He sat down as Grayson dropped piles of paper on the other end of the table.
• Turning around, Brody elected to stand where he was instead of sitting in the only chair left, right across from Tess. If he sat there and looked at her, he wouldn’t hear a damn word that was said. “Anything Tess and I brought back useful?”