Page 29 of The Santas Who Stole Me

I huff at her, and B sticks his lip out, shuffling across the diner like a wounded puppy. Georgie blows me a kiss before grabbing her friend’s hand heading to the back, and I throw myself down in a booth. Looks like the customer left in the middle of that scuffle. Not that I blame him.

B lays some type of ledger out on the table and starts working. The dynamic between him and Marge is interesting. I stare at him as he slides off the hair net and pushes his hair back. When he does, a tattoo below his ear is revealed for a second. I think I recognize it.

He must feel my calculating eyes on him because he shoves a middle finger my way even though his sight remains on whatever he is working on.

My phone pings, and I open the messages, hoping the job is going well.

Calum: What the fuck was that? Zee called.

Keeper: I’ve got it. Georgie is talking in the back with her friend. I’m sure we will be gone before you get here. Go to the job.

Zee: He finished it and is on the way.

Keeper: That was quick even if it was a small assignment.

Calum: That’s what Georgie said about your dick last night.

Keeper: Fuck off.

Zee: Are we killing the fucker at the diner?

I turn my head to B again, wondering what a guy like him is doing as a fry cook and bookkeeper with a woman like Marge.

Keeper: Naw, I think Georgie likes him. He thought I was the ex.

Calum: I don’t care if she likes him, he isn’t joining the harem.

Zee: Harem? Calum, Georgie is not going to add another woman to our relationship.

He better not even consider it. I agree with Zee.

Keeper: Calum, Georgie doesn’t need that, no other women. You’re an asshole.

Calum: Of course no other women, it’s us, we are her harem, although I guess it’s a reverse huh?

Keeper: Are we her harem? I thought the plan was to let her pick.

Calum: I will be there in ten.

Zee: Let Georgia figure out her own harem rules, dicks.

My phone stops pinging. No one has anything else to say about that. What are we doing with her? None of the rules that we set out have even remotely stayed in place. Could we do this with her, with all of us? My dick says hell yeah. Our night together was fucking unbelievable. But my head goes back to that pamphlet Calum was hounding me about and where I’m at. Despite the two, I want Georgie however I can have her. End of story.

Chapter Twenty

GEORGIE

I blow Keeper a kiss when he plops in the booth away from B. I don’t ask who is outside, it doesn’t matter, they are trying to take care of me, although I’m sure it’s Zeke. All at once, I realize I’m not alone in this. Pushing those feelings aside for now I go with Marge. The room is lined with cushy cream sofas and a plush rug. A few lockers are in the corner, and I turn the lock to open mine. Even the break room shows how much taste Marge has. I pull out the burner the agent gave me. It feels like holding fire. If I do this I could be putting the guys in danger. I’ll have to be smart about it, so I don’t drag them in even further.

“Girl, dish, who the fuck is that man? I mean he practically radiated his alpha protective vibes for you. Please tell me you are screwing him?”

I giggle. Only Marge can make a gun being pointed at her friend into something sexual. “Don’t girl me, I thought you and B were just friends. I saw the shiver he gave you when he touched your arm back there.”

She smiles at that, then the happiness is immediately wiped from her face like she remembered something terrible. She makes a scoffing sound like the idea of B’s touch didn’t send a charge through her entire body.

“Alright, we won’t talk about that right now. That was Keeper, he kind of … well, he and his brother, Calum, and friend, Zeke, who is practically their brother as well. They are helping me with Chad.” Getting the words out about who they are is more difficult than I had planned.

“And how are they doing that? Normal boyfriends don’t have snipers outside to help protect their girls. What are they into?”