Page 44 of Unbound

Walker

She’s not trying to fuck me.

Trevor

I agree.

Walker

Thank you.

Trevor

Because when she does try to get in your pants, you’ll know it.

Walker

You’re a dick.

Trevor

No shit.

Tucker

Can we get back to placing bets? I say it’ll be seven days.

Tobias

A whole fucking week?

Tucker

Only because he’s gonna spend six of them in denial.

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Sybil

Ifigured Walker would quickly realize smuggling me into and out of McKinley Security Systems each morning and evening was going to be a total pain in the ass. That after a couple days he’d decide it was fine to leave me at his house so he could go back to business as usual.

And so could I.

I was wrong. And now I’m spending my third morning in a row hunkering down in the front seat of his gigantic truck as we pull into one of the bays directly connected to the warehouse. He drives through the storage area until we’re parked directly behind the walled off portion of the space that serves as his office.

After parking his truck in a way that makes it possible for me to slide out without being caught by any of the security cameras, I slither my way through a small gap in the door, rolling my eyes over the extent he’s going to in order to keep an eye on me. It’s like he thinks I’d cause problems without him watching over me.

Granted, I have caused a few problems recently—for both myself and others—but I don’t always do it.

Just sometimes.

Walker rounds the front of his truck and opens the door leading to his private workspace. He angles a brow at where I sit on one of the running boards.

Pouting.

“You realize this is ridiculous, right?” I rub my burning eyes. “We could both still be sleeping right now.”

In an effort to further reduce the risk of anyone discovering I’m here, we’ve been arriving at the butt crack of dawn.