Chapter 9

• It didn’t take long for everyone to clear out of the room, Brody stayed back—waiting. Tessa stood by the table, leaning over to look at the pages Grayson had left behind. All he could hear was the whirl of the fan on the other side of the room and his heartbeat racing as he watched her.
• Smithy was across the table musing over something on one of the papers he held, but Brody’s attention wasn’t on the man. Tessa leaned on the table with both hands and dropped her head down, in deep thought, perhaps. Brody was having trouble getting past the shape of that ass hugged perfectly in those low riding jeans she wore. His jaw clenched, he moved back to the window and tried to focus on something else.
• With a snap of his head Smithy looked over at him, the smirk playing at his mouth telling Brody he knew exactly what he was thinking. Clearing his throat he nodded towards the door. “My bed calls to me. I’ll see you two later.” With that he walked out.