Page 143 of Wrecked
Hawk eyed Addison.
“Am I interrupting something?” Tommy asked.
Addison poured herself a glass of water. “Do you need to talk to Hawk because he’s your mentor?”
“You don’t have to leave, if that’s why you’re asking.” Tommy strolled into the living room, stared out the picture window. “Great view.”
“How’d you know where I live?” Hawk asked.
Tommy chuckled. “I called your mom.” He pulled his phone before sitting in the oversized, upholstered chair. “What kind of toppings?”
As Tommy placed the order, Addison eased down on the sofa.
Instead of sitting next to her, Hawk carried over a kitchen counter stool, sat on that.
“How are you guys doing?” Tommy asked.
“It’s been rough,” Hawk replied. “How are you holding up?”
“Same. Things got intense as an undercover cop, but I never had anyone die on me during an arrest. That was brutal.”
As Tommy continued chatting, Addison watched him peel the label off the beer bottle, then fold the label over and over until it was a tiny square.
“Anyway,” Tommy said, “I don’t know anyone else at ALPHA as well as I know you.” He shifted toward Addison. “And you, too. I can’t talk to anyone outside of ALPHA about this, so you guys are kinda stuck with me. I’m freaking out a little.”
“Why?” Addison asked.
“Barry’s gone, but the guy who killed him isn’t. I’m hoping he didn’t get a good look at me.”
Hawk did more listening than talking. At some point, Tommy switched topics from Barry to women. By the time the pizza was delivered, Addison concluded that he was super lonely.
Hawk poured himself a water, refilled Addison’s glass. “You want another beer?” he asked Tommy.
“I’ll take a water.”
They relocated to the kitchen table.
“I was planning to visit Granddad and Grandmom today,” Hawk said, “but I’ll swing by during the week.”
“You see ‘em a lot?” Tommy asked.
“As much as I can. Now that Granddad’s out of the hospital, he and Grandmom are staying with my folks.”
“What’s gonna happen with the farm?” Tommy bit into the slice of pizza.
Hawk pulled two slices onto his plate. “No idea.”
“They should sell it. They’d make a killing.”
Hawk’s phone rang. It was Mags. “Sorry, I gotta take this.” He answered. “What’s the latest?”
As he listened, his brows slashed down and his muscles started ticking in his cheek. “Mother fucker,” he bit out. “Yeah, okay. Thanks for the call.” He hung up.
“Everything okay?” Addison asked.
“Mags thinks the guy I fired hacked into the system. The HR director forgot to get his laptop.” Hawk pushed out of his chair, ran his hands through his hair. “That installer was nothing but a pain in my ass.”
“You’re getting slammed pretty good,” Tommy said. “First Barry, now your company.”
