CHAPTER TWELVE
KENNEDY
“Bingo!” Quincy burst through the door to Ford’s grandma’s house–aka Alpha Mountain HQ–and marched into the office where Ford, Taft, Hayes and I sat going over the latest intel for an upcoming job.
Any time she walked through those doors, she snagged all of my attention, but even more so now because she appeared to be bursting with news.
“What’s up, Flyer?” I asked, leaning back in my office chair, trying not to smile too big. I didn’t need to signal to everyone that she and I had spent the entire night exploring each other’s bodies. Thoroughly.
That I’d nearly made her cry with so many orgasms.
That I’d slept with her tucked up against my side.
I had a feeling they all knew we were together, minus the intimate details.
“I just got off the phone with my dad.
