Chapter Thirteen

Sargent

I find Maddox in the break room, speaking to some of the people we work with. He gets along with them so well, his moods nothing like my own and I wonder if I’ve allowed myself to be consumed by bitterness. Or perhaps I’m just a bastard.

“Boss is here,” a woman mutters and they scarper, all but Maddox who greets me with a smile.

“I was wondering when you’d get here,” he pours himself a coffee at the machine and offers me one but I decline. “How’d she get on? Did you have a word with Devon?”

“She was fine and yes, I did.”

“What did he say?”

I lick my lip, wondering how to approach the subject without implicating myself. I’m simply testing the waters.

“He seemed to think I was saying it because I want the girl.” I say this as flippantly as possible.

His eyes darken with a scowl. “So he saw her as a challenge?”

He clearly trusts me to not do anything with her or he’d have asked me if it were true. Christ, I’m a fucking cunt.