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were totally open yesterday, and today, he’s the only one who can take the job?” she asked, feeling exasperated.
“If you want to hire someone else,” Bronson said, raising his shoulders in a nonchalant gesture.
“No,” she said quickly. She needed these guys. She looked at Limes, who was staring at her with a blank, implacable look. Then she let out a sigh.
“I thought you wanted Limes,” Bronson said. “You were insistent on it.”
“I thought he was a nerd,” she said, exasperated.
Bronson looked over at Limes. “Oh, well, yeah. He’s not.” He shook his head with a sigh, then looked at her with calm blue eyes. “But sorry, he’s all we got right now.”
“Fine,” she said, though inside, she felt anything but fine. But she knew they weren’t going to budge, and even if Limes was behind this, there was nothing she could do about it.
He’d said he’d be working with her, and now he was.
She’d thought he wouldn’t even want to work with her. Why was he being so stubborn now? They’d said he didn’t do fieldwork.
A prickle of fear moved through her as she accepted her fate and nodded tersely at the men in front of her. “Fine, then,” she said. “If there’s no other way.”
Limes studied her, seemingly reacting to her fear, and she saw a foreign expression cross his face. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have called it concern.
But this man didn’t look like he’d ever had a reason to be concerned in his life.
“He’ll take good care of you.” Bronson assured her.
“I’m sure,” she said flatly.
The woman who had been behind the desk, who seemed to be the wife of one of the partners, Cage, came out to take her hand. She pressed a piece of paper into it.
Her gray-blue eyes were kind. “If you need anything, if you’re feeling alone, call me.”
Jamie’s eyes widened. The woman was a human. With shifters.
Carrie gave her hand a squeeze. “I know it can all be… overwhelming.” She gave her a warm smile. Jamie thought this was maybe one of the kindest people she’d ever met. It made her uncomfortable somehow.
It also relieved her a bit. She put the note in her pocket. “Thanks. I really appreciate that.”
Carrie’s expression brightened. “Great.” She sent a glare at Limes. “I don’t envy you, dealing with this one.” She shook her head. “He’s a grumpy Gus, to put it mildly. But he’s good at his job. They all are. He’ll keep you safe.”
“All right, all right,” Limes snapped, walking forward and taking her by the arm in a grip that was surprisingly gentle. “Enough mush. We need to go get my stuff.”
Jamie blinked up at him as he nearly dragged her out the door. Behind her, she heard a feminine sigh and Carrie talking to the others.
“That’s going to be interesting, isn’t it?” Carrie said.
But Jamie didn’t get to hear the reply because they were already in the elevator together, alone, and Limes was pushing the button for the doors to close.
As they did, she became aware of just how alone they were and just how big he was. She felt a small thrill go over her again but reassured herself he wouldn’t hurt her. Not like other men had.
His friends and Carrie had reassured her of that. They didn’t seem like the type that would assign her a madman.
She gave him a tentative look. He still appeared like the type of person she’d cross to the other side of the street to avoid, but she wondered if she could maybe get used to it.
And maybe, under all that hardness, he was even a bit handsome.
He caught her looking at him and raised an eyebrow, his expression hard. “What is it? Do I have something on my face?”
Her eyes darted to his piercing. “Kinda.”
He laughed at that, a low, welcome sound that put her at ease. “Good answer.” Then he got more serious and spoke to her while facing the doors of the elevator, as if he seemed to realize his direct attention tended to intimidate her. “I’ve been told I should