Page 118 of Crash Course
Pondering it, he rolled his bottom lip out. Maybe the "breaking him in two" crossed a line. "TMI?"
"Not the being in love part. That might be the best thing you’ve said in years. The rest? Not so much." Ro pumped a fist. "But good for you."
Cruz mirrored the gesture. "She’s amazing. Smart. Driven. Takes no shit. And I’m not terrified I’ll offend her every time I speak."
"A fortunate thing for you."
Oh, hey now. Was that nice? Cruz flipped him the bird and laughed. "Fuck.You."
Ro snorted.
"Anyway."Cruz gestured to the laptop. "What are you working on?"
"The EPA thing."
Cruz hated that his brother was losing sleep over this. Cilla, of course, was a client, but even so, Rohan didn’t need to be down here at all hours. "Sorry it dragged you out of bed."
"Don't worry about it. Have to say, I’m impressed with the EPA."
Nothing his brother loved more than a challenge. "It giving you trouble?"
He shook his head. "The process is taking longer than expected. I’m close, though. Go get coffee. By the time you’re back, I might be in."
Doing as he was told, Cruz walked to the kitchenette, found the pot half full—how the hell long had Ro been down here?—and grabbed a mug from the dish drain just as his phone chirped.
He checked the screen. Text from Cilla. Wondering where he’d gone. He typed out a quick response apologizing but telling her to go back to sleep and he’d be up to see her before she left.
Her response was to love his message.
Not a generic thumbs-up.
The heart? An altogether different message. One that perhaps indicated she too enjoyed having him around.
And, yes, he’d gone totally soft. Not that he’d admit it to anyone.
He poured his coffee, left the kitchenette, and joined Ro at the conference table.
"Bam," Ro said.
"You’re in?"
"Bet your ass."
Cruz walked around to look over Ro’s shoulder at a screen filled with code that made Cruz’s vision blur.
Ro sat back, held his hands wide. "What am I looking for?"
"Beats the shit out of me."
"Great. Thanks, genius."
Sipping his coffee, Cruz pondered it. "Start with Randolph Industries. Let’s see what’s there."
Rohan’s fingers flew and he sat back as a list of files filled the screen.
"Whoa," Cruz said. "Guess they’re familiar."
"Looks like."
