the machine over to the gym before she logged in so he could look over and beef up its security features.
“Hey,” Jeremy said from the doorway. Charlie hung in the hallway behind him.
“Hey,” she said. “What are you guys doing?”
Jeremy shrugged. “Just hanging out. Some of the Ravens are back from their shifts out at the roadblocks, so dinner madness is getting underway.”
Kat nodded. “Okay.”
Leaning against the doorjamb, Jeremy crossed his arms and gave her a funny look. “Question for ya.”
“Yeah?”
“Which Raven is it?” he asked, humor playing around his mouth.
“Which Raven is what?” Kat hugged the laptop to her chest.
He tilted his head and lifted his brows like she should know what he was asking. “Which Raven is it I smelled on you?”
Heat crawled up Kat’s neck. She chuckled and pushed by him into the hall, giving him a small shove for good measure. “What the hell are you talking about, Jeremy?”
“When you hugged me, you smelled like man and sex. Now, I love both men and sex—” He winked at Charlie, who looked a lot like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world just then. “—so I don’t have a problem with it at all. Just curious who the lucky Raven was.”
Holy shit! She thought about saying there’d been no Raven . Since that was, in fact, the truth, and could thereby lead her brother to wonder who else that left, Kat bit her tongue. Leave it to freaking Jeremy to be able to sniff out sex, for God’s sake. She walked backward away from him. “You’re an idiot. You know that, right?”
“That wasn’t a denial,” he called, amusement plain in his tone.
Kat flipped him the finger and kept on walking, though she was under no illusion that he’d let this go. Why were brothers such pains in the asses anyway?
In the kitchen, a dozen or more people crowded around the breakfast bar—Ravens and Hard Ink folks alike—talking and laughing and chowing down on chili that Becca and Emilie had made earlier. With so many people working and living here now, they’d all been pitching in with the nonstop production of food, but Becca and Emilie were by far the best cooks among them. Kat couldn’t wait until it was Nick’s turn to make dinner; she’d already put in an order for sloppy Joes—his specialty.
Nick saw her through the crowd and winked. She gave him a small smile, glad they’d been able to come to an agreement about her helping.
Not seeing Marz, Kat made for the gym and found him in his usual spot. “Do you want to go eat with the others before we do this?” she asked.
He took the laptop from her hands. “Thanks, but I’m gonna wait for Emilie to come back down so we can eat together.”
Kat smiled. “Aw, aren’t you sweet?” She put a little sass in the words, but it was true. Marz was a total sweetheart, a good guy through and through.
He patted his hand against his chest and smirked. “Heart of gold, baby. Heart. Of. Gold.”
Laughing, Kat nodded. “Yeah, I know. All you guys do.”
Marz indicated for her to enter the password to her laptop, and then he said, “Yep. Even Beckett.”
She stepped back from the computer and gave him a frown. Why the hell had he said that? “Yeah, sure,” she said as nonchalantly as she could. Because, honestly, while she would give Beckett the benefit of the doubt on being a good person—he was here helping Nick, after all—she couldn’t begin to figure the guy out.
Eyes on her screen and fingers flying over the keyboard, Marz added, “He’s rough around the edges, but he’s a good guy.”
Crossing her arms, she very specifically tried not to think of all the ways in which Beckett could be rough. “Uh-huh.” What the hell is this about?
“And he really wouldn’t have hurt you that day he pulled the gun on you.”
She sorta wanted to bang her head against the nearest hard surface. Why did she feel like she was getting a sales pitch? “I know.” When he didn’t respond, her shoulders
“Hey,” Jeremy said from the doorway. Charlie hung in the hallway behind him.
“Hey,” she said. “What are you guys doing?”
Jeremy shrugged. “Just hanging out. Some of the Ravens are back from their shifts out at the roadblocks, so dinner madness is getting underway.”
Kat nodded. “Okay.”
Leaning against the doorjamb, Jeremy crossed his arms and gave her a funny look. “Question for ya.”
“Yeah?”
“Which Raven is it?” he asked, humor playing around his mouth.
“Which Raven is what?” Kat hugged the laptop to her chest.
He tilted his head and lifted his brows like she should know what he was asking. “Which Raven is it I smelled on you?”
Heat crawled up Kat’s neck. She chuckled and pushed by him into the hall, giving him a small shove for good measure. “What the hell are you talking about, Jeremy?”
“When you hugged me, you smelled like man and sex. Now, I love both men and sex—” He winked at Charlie, who looked a lot like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world just then. “—so I don’t have a problem with it at all. Just curious who the lucky Raven was.”
Holy shit! She thought about saying there’d been no Raven . Since that was, in fact, the truth, and could thereby lead her brother to wonder who else that left, Kat bit her tongue. Leave it to freaking Jeremy to be able to sniff out sex, for God’s sake. She walked backward away from him. “You’re an idiot. You know that, right?”
“That wasn’t a denial,” he called, amusement plain in his tone.
Kat flipped him the finger and kept on walking, though she was under no illusion that he’d let this go. Why were brothers such pains in the asses anyway?
In the kitchen, a dozen or more people crowded around the breakfast bar—Ravens and Hard Ink folks alike—talking and laughing and chowing down on chili that Becca and Emilie had made earlier. With so many people working and living here now, they’d all been pitching in with the nonstop production of food, but Becca and Emilie were by far the best cooks among them. Kat couldn’t wait until it was Nick’s turn to make dinner; she’d already put in an order for sloppy Joes—his specialty.
Nick saw her through the crowd and winked. She gave him a small smile, glad they’d been able to come to an agreement about her helping.
Not seeing Marz, Kat made for the gym and found him in his usual spot. “Do you want to go eat with the others before we do this?” she asked.
He took the laptop from her hands. “Thanks, but I’m gonna wait for Emilie to come back down so we can eat together.”
Kat smiled. “Aw, aren’t you sweet?” She put a little sass in the words, but it was true. Marz was a total sweetheart, a good guy through and through.
He patted his hand against his chest and smirked. “Heart of gold, baby. Heart. Of. Gold.”
Laughing, Kat nodded. “Yeah, I know. All you guys do.”
Marz indicated for her to enter the password to her laptop, and then he said, “Yep. Even Beckett.”
She stepped back from the computer and gave him a frown. Why the hell had he said that? “Yeah, sure,” she said as nonchalantly as she could. Because, honestly, while she would give Beckett the benefit of the doubt on being a good person—he was here helping Nick, after all—she couldn’t begin to figure the guy out.
Eyes on her screen and fingers flying over the keyboard, Marz added, “He’s rough around the edges, but he’s a good guy.”
Crossing her arms, she very specifically tried not to think of all the ways in which Beckett could be rough. “Uh-huh.” What the hell is this about?
“And he really wouldn’t have hurt you that day he pulled the gun on you.”
She sorta wanted to bang her head against the nearest hard surface. Why did she feel like she was getting a sales pitch? “I know.” When he didn’t respond, her shoulders
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