The Trouble With Temptation (Second Service Book 3)(12)
Reflexively Ty reached out for the door, but pulled his hand back before his finger touched the knob.
He had to give them a little more time. Just another minute. No more. He was getting great information. Better than he could have ever hoped for.
Morgan wasn’t involved in the money-laundering scheme. That was good. But she was digging around in Bratva business. And as much as Ty hated to agree with Gregg Kincaid on anything, he was right. That was bad news for Morgan.
“You know, Morgan, somebody needs to teach you to mind your own business.” The anger in Gregg’s eyes turned dark as he wrapped his hand around the base of his desk lamp and lifted it up.
Shit. Morgan didn’t have another minute.
Ty threw open the office door.
Surprise filled Gregg’s eyes as he locked gazes with Ty. Ty pulled his brows together and fixed the man with his best glower. Gregg’s expression quickly turned to shame.
“Ty?” Morgan said at his side.
He waited until the heavy brass lamp in Gregg’s hand was safely returned to the desk before he turned toward her.
Her mouth hung open. “What are you doing here, Ty?”
For a half a second, he thought about lying. But there was no other reason that he would be crashing into the boss’s office. Not a believable one, at any rate.
“I heard shouting. I thought someone might be in trouble.”
Not someone. Her.
Ty closed the distance between them. He put his hand on her shoulder and felt a tiny tremor shoot through the muscle beneath his palm. “Are you all right?”
She smiled tightly, but didn’t pull away. “I’m fine.”
“Did you ever consider minding your own business?”
Gregg.
It looked like the worm had regained some of his backbone. Ty snapped his head toward him.
“No.” Ty narrowed his eyes and felt a swipe of satisfaction as Gregg stumbled back a step.
“W-we were discussing business,” Gregg said, fumbling over his words.
“Is that right?” Ty looked back at Morgan. “Was it just business?”
She nodded…too quickly. “Why? What did you hear?”
“Nothing,” he said without missing a beat. “Just yelling. Your voices were too muffled to make out.”
A look of relief washed over her face.
He squeezed her shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Just fine.” Another fake smile. For his benefit. “You should probably start getting the bar ready.”
“You should come with me.”
“Excuse me?”
“I could use your help.”
It was an obvious lie, but a necessary one. He hadn’t just endangered his whole investigation to leave her alone with Gregg again.
Morgan’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Ty. It was obvious that she was conflicted. She finally had the opportunity to confront her brother, but she hadn’t gotten the answers she wanted.
Ty understood. He hadn’t gotten them either.
But he knew from experience that investigations like this took time. Required patience. That didn’t seem to be a quality that Morgan had buckets of.
“Oh for God’s sake, Morgan. Go with the man,” her brother said. “He’s obviously not leaving unless you do.”
“Fine,” Morgan said, casting a glare at Ty.
He didn’t mind. Not really. She could dump whatever frustration she needed to on him. He could take it.
“We’re done here anyway,” Gregg added as Morgan started for the door.
“Like hell we are,” she called out from the hallway.
Ty glanced back at Gregg Kincaid one last time before he followed after Morgan. Gregg quickly became absorbed with some papers on his desk. It seemed he didn’t have any parting quips for Ty.
The man might be a worm, but it looked like he wasn’t a total idiot.
Morgan had already disappeared onto the club floor by the time Ty made it out of Gregg’s office.
He followed her through the swinging door, and found her bent over, digging into one of the under counter fridges beneath the bar. She pulled out a green bottle of fizzy water, wrenched off the cap and downed half the contents.
“Whoa, there tiger,” Ty said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorjamb. “You should probably pace yourself. That’s powerful stuff.”
She shot him a glare. “I told you yesterday to mind your own business.”
Ty slowly shook his head. “No. You told me you could take care of yourself.”
She took a step toward him, gesturing at him with the bottle. “The mind your own business was implied.”
Ty shrugged. “Sorry. Guess I’m a little thick.”
“Lecia was right,” Morgan said, narrowing her eyes. “You are a White Knight.”
“Excuse me?”
“A White Knight.” She took another swig. The anger in her eyes was almost extinguished. “You get off helping people.”
Ty arched his brows. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
Morgan walked to the end of the bar and hopped on top of it. Her legs dangled off the edge. She lazily kicked them out and back again. “How much trouble you get yourself into.”