Sloan (The Protectors Series) Book #9 Read Online Free PDF Page B

high alert. Sweet baby Jesus, a frowning Sloan was handsome, but a full-on smiling Sloan Murphy was what women’s dreams were made of.
    Dammit, his mouth was moving and she had no idea what he was saying. “I’m sorry, what?”
    His eyes narrowed slightly, but he repeated himself. “Tomorrow I will set you up on the accounting.”
    “Thank God.” Jill walked in with a relieved grin. “Love ya, boss man, but those late paychecks just aren’t doing it.”
    “Yeah, well no paycheck could be a bitch also, so watch yourself,” Sloan shot back.
    “So, how did your first day go?” Jill asked, her smile beaming before she turned and frowned at Sloan. “Was he mean to you?”
    “It went fine.” Becky kind of felt sorry for Sloan. He seriously wasn’t that bad if you didn’t make him mad, and she had no plans to do that. “And no, not at all.”
    “Jill, get the fuck out of my office,” Sloan grumbled, reaching in his drawer and pulling out Becky’s scooter keys.
    “He’s just kidding.” Jill waved him away with a smile.
    “No, I’m not.” Sloan growled.
    Becky couldn’t help but smile. Even with all their bitching back and forth, the respect they had for each other was obvious.
    “Getting kicked out of the office again, Jill?” Jared asked as he walked in with Slade and Sid following.
    Taking a step back from the desk, Becky watched as Slade, who was handsome as sin, put his large hand on Jill’s shoulder affectionately. She felt a ping of… not jealously, but something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Loneliness maybe. Shaking the feeling away, she glanced at her keys on Sloan’s desk next to his large hand and she suddenly wondered what it would feel like— No, just stop it!
    “So what’s up, boss?” Sid sat in one of the chairs and started to raise his feet, but stopped midraise when Sloan growled.
    “These are my picks.” Sloan gave them each a file of different Warriors. “Check them out and give me your opinion. Right now I’m only bringing in one.”
    “This Ronald McDonald seems like a good pick.” Sid thumbed through the file.
    Becky snorted with a surprised chuckle. When everyone looked at her, she cleared her throat. “Sorry.” She shifted uncomfortably. Knowing she should just keep her mouth closed, she felt the need to explain. “I thought that when I saw his name. Even though he looks nothing like the McDonald’s….” Jesus, why couldn’t she shut the hell up?
    Sid stared at her for a moment then gave her a nod before looking at Sloan. “She’ll do.”
    “Will fit in perfectly.” Jared chuckled without looking up from his file.
    Becky watched Sloan roll his eyes with a head shake. Damn, she needed to be more careful. Not everyone liked her weird sense of humor. Well, except Jared and Sid, but they didn’t sign her paycheck.
    “Ronan would be my pick also, but I want everyone’s input.” Sloan ignored it all. He was all business. “The rest are out on patrol, but when they come in, I’ll get their pick. If it’s different from what you all feel, we’ll take a vote.”
    “Sounds good to me.” Jared put the file back on Sloan’s desk. “So anything you need me to do tonight? Tessa is working so if not, I’m going to head on over to the bar and hang with her.”
    Sloan’s eyes went to Becky. “Actually you’re good to go, Jared. I need Jill and Slade.” He stood, grabbing a set of keys off a board behind his desk, and handed them to her.
    “Those aren’t mine.” Becky frowned, not taking them.
    “They are as long as you work for me.” Slade’s tone was sharp, daring her to argue. “As long as you are working here, you will drive one of our cars.”
    “But—” Becky tried to argue, but Sloan just shook his head.
    “Jill will follow you home on the scooter and Slade can pick her up.” Sloan sat down as if it were a done deal.
    “That’s really not necessary.” Becky was surprised that her scooter was causing such an issue.
    “It is,