Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)(69)

"Leo is pretty amazing," I answer dreamily.

"Soooo…" Kara drags out exaggeratedly.

"Oh God. Here we go." Emma laughs, sitting down on the bed cross-legged next to Kara.

I look at her warily before glancing back to Kara, who is beaming with excitement.

"I need the vegetable report," she announces shamelessly. "I know we just met and all, but I can already tell we’re going to be good friends. So spill it."

"I can honestly say I have no idea what you are talking about, and judging by your excitement, I’m slightly frightened to know what it is."

"You should be. But I’m with Kara. I’d like to know what Leo’s hiding behind those designer jeans too." Emma laughs and Kara gives her a high five.

"Wait. Are we talking about his dick?" I ask as it dawns on me.

"No. We are talking vegetables. But yes, I want you to compare his junk to what vegetable it resembles."

"Are we middle schoolers?" I ask, glancing between the two of them. Their eyes are wide with anticipation.

"No, and please tell me he isn’t hung like one either. That would be such a waste," Kara says seriously.

I have to admit that this is a funny conversation—ridiculous, but still humorous. However, I’m not quite sure I want to be sharing this with a woman I barely even know. Emma and Casey, sure. Women talk; that’s not exactly a secret. But to just come right out and ask the first time you meet someone is freaking weird.

"What’s Hunter?" I turn the tables on her.

"Well, Emma originally told me eggplant. But upon further inspection for the last few years, I’d have to go with one of those huge parsnips."

My jaw drops open at her honesty and also just a little because Hunter’s hot. It’s not right for him to be packing something that big.

"And Caleb’s a—"

"No!" I shout, throwing my hands over my ears. "I’ve known that man for way too long to want to hear what he’s using to give the business to my sister every night."

We all bust out laughing.

"Okay, fine. Let me think." I tap my chin while mentally inventorying the produce department. "I guess I’d have to say one of those long plantains. It’s not exactly a vegetable, but it’s very fitting since Leo speaks Spanish. "

"No way," Kara breathes.

"Really?" Emma asks, standing up on the bed.

"Wait, is it like the really skinny ones at least?" Kara asks for clarification.

"Nope." I laugh.

"Damn," Kara groans.

Emma waggles her eyebrows in my direction. "Impressive."

I shrug and smile. They don’t have to tell me.

"Okay, are we done now, Kara? Did you get all the information required for your report?" Emma asks, but Kara just stares into space with a glazed-over look in her eyes. "Kara!" Emma snaps her fingers in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. Let’s go eat. You got a veggie tray, right?" She makes a show of licking her lips, causing us all to howl with laughter.

We exit the room, still laughing. Caleb and Hunter flash us knowing smiles when we meet up with the guys in the kitchen. Leo gives me a puzzled look when I stop in front of him.

"Everything okay?" he asks, draping an arm around my waist.

"Yeah, it’s great. Oh, but stay away from Kara. She makes us look like the definition of sanity."

"Um. Okay?" he says as more of a question than an answer.

Hunter walks over and pats Leo on the back. "Welcome to the group, my man."





"SARAH! WHERE is my new client notebook?" Leo asks, walking into the security room-slash-office.


"The same place it always is. Top drawer on the left," I respond from behind the company laptop.

I’ve been working for Leo for the last six weeks. And when I say "working for," I mean trying to get him organized. How the hell this man has been running a successful business is beyond me. The day I started, Johnson walked in with a yellow sticky note covered in numbers. When I asked him what the hell it was, he told me that was how he turned in his time to Leo.

Head. Exploded.

I thought I was laid back about proper business practices, but a Post-it note time card? Really? Leo has thousands of dollars’ worth of high-tech security equipment, but his client list was handwritten in a spiral notebook. It was almost comical.

"No," he drawls. "That’s the old notebook. I’ve asked you to add at least twenty people since it was last updated. None of them are in there. Fuck, please tell me you added them. Those were some big-name clients, and now I have no way to reach them."

"Oh! The new one. It’s in your phone. I added them all to a spreadsheet then merged it with the contacts on your phone."

"Seriously?" he asks, surprised.

"Yes, seriously. I can’t believe you had a freaking notebook to begin with. Aren’t you Mr. Technology?" I ask, leaning back in the chair, propping my feet on the desk.

He gives me a slow, sexy smirk. "Yes, but I’m not Mr. Time. I’ve been doing this alone for a year now." He walks around the desk and sits on the corner. "What else have you been up to?" he asks, running a hand up my thigh.