In her five years working as the receptionist at Blue Star Security, Cordelia Patton had seen many large men sitting in the waiting room. She’d also seen lots of angry people in those chairs. But on this particular Saturday morning, she was a bit taken aback to see four very huge, very gorgeous, very furious men standing over her, looking like they were seriously contemplating throwing the chairs right out the window.
She got to her feet, nervous and hoping that whatever the problem was, it didn’t land on her: with their combined weight, these boys would crush her flat as a pancake. “Good morning. May I help you?”
“You may,” the one with cold blue eyes and dark hair said. “We need to see Greg Wallace, please.”
“Do you have an appointment?” Cordelia squeaked. She knew full well that they
