Broadrick's phone beeped three more times, and he rescued it from his back pocket. I stepped away while he read it. His frown increased as his gaze scanned the device. It created the cutest little crease between his eyes.
"Don't worry. I know what that means." Time for him to go.
Once five of Ridge's men were in the bakery, and all their phones beeped at the same time. Three solid beeps of warning. They were out of there so fast we could have won fifty thousand for a funniest video, except Ridge wouldn't turn over the camera footage.
What was the point of having cameras everywhere if you didn't profit from them?
Broadrick's gaze finally lifted from the phone and met mine. It was too dark in my office to see the green in his eyes, but I imagined they were saying a lot of things. "Sor
