Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
It would be okay. Although what had they said? “What did you mean I need a bodyguard?”
* * * *
Nate Carter had been working at McKay-Taggart for exactly one week, and he was fitting in well. It was good to be around the men and women of the bodyguard unit, good to feel this brotherhood thing they had going.
It wasn’t the lightning bolt he wanted, but it was enough for now.
He was about to finish up his first week on the job, and tonight was his first night at The Hideout. He planned to spend his weekend settling into his new space.
“Hey, I thought I’d come down and hang with you while my sister is being interrogated for her latest adventure.” Aidan O’Donnell strode up to the desk Nate had been assigned. “It’s a doozy.”
He’d heard a lot about the ball of chaos known as Daisy O’Donnell. “What’s she up to this time?”
She was a mystery. He hadn’t seen a picture of her since he didn’t do social media, and Aidan was packing up to move in with his fiancée, so his part of the house was looking pretty sparse. He hadn’t seen his other roommates yet since Cooper McKay and Tristan Dean-Miles were… He had no idea where they were since it was classified.
He’d worked with both young men on a CIA op in Sydney a few months back, so he was certain he could hang with the guys. Though everyone had thought Tristan would be moving out with Aidan since they’d been involved with Carys Taggart since they were kids. For reasons he didn’t understand, Aidan was marrying Carys in a few short weeks, and Tristan was out of the relationship.
It was a lot of drama, but they were all blokes so they dealt with it by drinking beer and not talking about anything but sports.
“So my sister recently took a job as a receptionist for a private investigation firm.” Aidan sat in the chair across from Nate’s assigned desk. He was in the back of the floor, fairly close to the boss’s office. He and Aidan had fallen back into an easy friendship. Like the years between them hadn’t mattered at all. It was comforting to be around Aidan.
“I thought she was going into real estate.” He’d heard many stories of the chaos that seemed to follow Aidan’s baby sister. She was a complete mess, but it was obvious her brother adored her.
“Yeah, real estate did not work out. She passed the test and everything, but then she put the wrong keys in all the lockboxes they use and mistakenly put in some list prices she said seemed more in line with the neighborhood.” Aidan shook his head. “She lives in her own world.”
She sounded like a hoot. “So now she’s a receptionist. How much trouble could she get into there?”
Aidan’s eyes went wide. “She managed to uncover a cocaine distribution organization.”
Nate felt his jaw drop. “She did what? How? How does answering the phone lead to exposing criminals?”
Broad shoulders shrugged. “I have no idea how she does it. She should have a patent or something. Anyway, to hear her describe it there was a client looking for her cheating boyfriend and the new bosses were out for lunch, so she took the case.”
“But she was the receptionist.”
“My sister has a confidence only Hollywood stars have. The men, I mean. Daisy plows through life never understanding how dangerous the world can be, probably because our da chased after her making sure she never had to deal with anything. Don’t get me wrong. My sister is a wonderful woman. She would do anything for a friend. She’ll literally give you the shirt off her back. She did it one time when this woman she met had been dumped by her boyfriend at the lake and he’d taken off with her clothes. She was in a bikini and crying. Daisy told the girl she spends half her life in fet wear, so walking around in her bra wasn’t a problem.”
Nate tried to wrap his head around the idea. “She’d just met the girl?”
“Yup, and she managed to find the girl a ride home and talk her parents down from grounding her because she wasn’t supposed to be out late,” Aidan explained. “All while wearing short shorts and a pushup bra.”
He was rapidly becoming fascinated with the idea of Daisy. “So did she get hurt? When she exposed the cartel? I assume she called the police.”
“No, she was too busy not understanding what she was doing. She was taking a selfie memorializing her first ‘case’ as a detective.” Aidan used air quotes around the word case. “Her best friend caught it when she posted it on Instagram and Brianna called the police. Luckily she’d tagged her location. So now she’s a material witness against a drug lord. Just another day in the life of Daisy O’Donnell. Not even her worst day.”