Page 140 of Wrecked
“If it was me and the wife having some private fun, I wouldn’t care as much, but I’ve had several patients call me concerned about what they’re seeing. My personal life is no one’s goddamn business.”
The man had a point.
“I want a full refund.” The line went dead.
The need for a cigarette had Hawk patting down his pockets. Then, he searched the kitchen junk drawer. He’d thrown out the last pack. “Dammit to fuck.”
“What are you looking for?” she called from the table.
“A cigarette.”
“Are you out?”
“I quit cold turkey, last week.”
Her face lit up. “Finally, something good. I’m so proud of you.”
“If you weren’t here, I’d run to the corner store and grab a carton.”
“Lucky for you, Iamhere.”
He returned to the table, leaned down, and gave her a half hug. A sigh floated from her lips, while her sweet vanilla scent drew him in. He kissed the top of her head.
This is pathetic.They’d been intimate with each other, now he was back to the way things used to be. He hated it, fucking hated it.
She turned in his direction. Big blue eyes met his. So beautiful, so fearless, completely irresistible. The desire to kiss her pulled him closer. His phone rang. She broke eye contact, severing their connection.
It was his GM, Mags. “Yo,” he answered.
“We have a problem.”
“I know. We’ve been hacked. Hold on.” Hawk de-activated all the security cameras in the Stoolin home. “I heard it from a customer. How did you find out?”
“Same.”
After they shared client stories, she said, “Lemme check the system to see if more customers were breached.”
Addison started clearing the table.
Hawk put the call on mute. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I got this.” She stacked the dishes, returning with the coffee pot. “Refill?”
“I’m back,” Mags said.
“Thanks,” Hawk said to Addison before he unmuted the call.
“I’m running a report,” Mags said.
His phone buzzed with another incoming call. “Let me call you back. I’ve got another client calling.”
Hawk took that call. A long-term client wanted him to know their bedroom camera had been turned on a few days ago. They hadn’t noticed, hadn’t gotten an email alert either.
“We turned it off,” said the wife.
“Then, we went into the system and found that it had recorded us,” added the husband. “We only turn that camera on when we’re headed out of town. We turned it off, but we thought you’d want to know there’s a problem with the system.”
Hawk’s guts churned. He needed to address the situation head-on. “Are either of you on social media?”
