Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get over the mystery man.
6
TYSEN
“Anything on her?” I ask, answering the phone when I see its Jude’s name flashing on the screen. It’s been less than forty-eight hours, and while I haven’t been hunting his phone down, I have been waiting on his call. My palms have been itching, and if I knew the software as good as he did, I’d have taken a seat behind a computer and done it myself.
“Seeing as how this is Crew and not Jude, I’ve got no idea what you’re waiting on. He’s off doing whatever nerdy stuff he does and tasked me with watching the computer monitors and his phone.” Crew is the silent one in the bunch, stays to himself, does his own thing when it comes to his engineering firm. Unless we have a client through Jagged Edge Construction, then he’ll design from the top to the bottom whether it be an addition or a new build. Then there are times we’ll get flagged by the county; we’ll need his input on where we’ll need to do structural work and go from there.
“Shit, sorry about that. Everything okay? Jude doesn’t usually leave his phone around after the shit Jagger did last time.” Let’s just say that there were pictures that should never see the light of day, and he made it Jude’s background on his phone, too.
Crew always has his phone handy. Shit, all of us do for the most part. The only time we don’t is if Asher is on a call with the fire department, Trent is on a case, Luke is with a patient, Matthew’s with a client, I’m in the air, and so on and so forth. But when those instances don’t occur, we keep it within arm’s reach. Especially with all of our parents getting up there in age and a good portion of our group starting to settle down with their significant other and have children.
“Well, Jude took off with my phone, probably to plant a geo-tracker or a listening device. He has your schedule pulled up, and I noticed you’re due out. Figured I’d see how things are going.” With Crew being the more observative one, he notices a fuck of a lot more. Which means he sees an awful lot more than any of us would care for him to.
“I think he already has those on all of our phones. It must be something new.” I shake my head wondering what else he’s going to come up with next.
“Fuck, there’s no privacy. Our conversations, really? Jesus, there are some things our friend group can stand not to know.” He makes a valid point.
“I’m thinking the last thing he’s going to listen in on is you rubbing one out or getting your rocks off,” I say with a chuckle. My eyes zero in on the clock, realizing time is dwindling until I’ve got to be in the air. Another plus with this new gig is being able to plan our take-off times within reason, and my phone can stay on, though I tend not to respond to the numerous texts that have the damn thing vibrating non-stop. I’m not even going into when my parents and brother get a wild hair up their ass and call me. Dad usually keeps it to a minimum, asks how things are going, and then we hang up, preferring to share a drink in person. Mom, on the other hand, goes down a list, asks a million and one different questions that will lead to me giving her the same answer. Then, when I don’t respond the way she wants, I get it all over again. I love her and would lay my life on the line for my ma, but I am not answering her when I’m in the sky.
“Don’t hold your breath. What’s up? Seen you looking off into space more than usual, and you’re asking Jude about a woman. What gives?” he keeps on. I don’t blame him, and I’m not for one minute upset about him meddling, except there are too many variables.
“I’ll let you know as soon as Jude figures a few things out. For all I know, it’s a pipe dream. I gotta get this bird in the sky if I’m going to stay on schedule with the tower.”
“Alright, man. Catch you another day.” Luckily, Crew doesn’t push. There isn’t enough time to get into this, and the less people who are aware of the shit swirling around me know, the better. Shit, it could all be for nothing, and I’m beginning to think it is.
We hang up the phone. I stand up from my seat and head into the cabin. Liam is greeting our clients, seeing as I already have. I’m just going to do a quick sweep of everything, and then we’ll be wheels up. I adjust my clothes, attempting to pull some the wrinkles out of my slacks and dress shirt. Thank fuck there’s no jacket or hat. That being said, Liam and I do try to dress with our business in mind. Today’s an all-black kind of day, fitting for the type of mood I’ve been in as of late. The tailored long-sleeve shirt and slacks fit my frame due to a tailor I keep on speed dial and one I share with Johnny. My six-foot three-inch frame can make it difficult at best. Add in my athletic build from years of playing baseball and football, and it’s challenging at fucking best.