Leonard.
The steady hum of the SUV's engine faded as I cut the ignition in the underground bay, but my mind was still racing, locked onto the single name Theresa had dropped so carelessly in the backseat.
Michael.
When she had mentioned his text, both Lurgard and Lawrence had reacted instantly with predictable, possessive Alpha annoyance. They saw a handsome, overly ambitious senior logistics analyst on the eighth floor who had been hovering around our mate's desk times without number, before the whole hospital saga that caused me to officially give a medical leave, as I didn't want people questioning if the secretary we just got has left and you know what that means, another set of gossip, but it's not like I care actually... but I would do anything to protect Theresa's reputation. And as for my brothers, I was so sure that they saw a workplace nuisance who needed to be put in his place.
They didn't know what I knew.
