Barricaded in the safety of his office, Thunder leaned back in his chair, folded his arms behind his head, propped his legs on top of his desk, and crossed his ankles as he welcomed the silence around him. The last few months had been a whirlwind of activity and he, for one, wouldn’t argue with a reprieve. Although business was good, he preferred a little less time in the thick of things.
And then there were the changes to his team.
He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. Every single one of his guys was now under the influence of a very potent female cocktail; he was the last man standing. He chuckled at that thought, genuinely happy for each of them; ecstatic that they were the ones under the watchful eye of a woman and not him.
Although a certain hot-as-a-firecracker blonde had managed to occupy his thoughts quite a bit lately, he hadn’t succumbed to her womanly wiles. He had to admit, Olivia Blackwell had an amazing mind. Equipped with both intelligence and a quick wit, she delivered them with a genuinely honey-thickened technique that dared him something fierce. Damn his sweet tooth.
Buzzing from his cell phone rudely interrupted his thoughts and sent it dancing across the desk. No rest for the wicked. He quickly captured it beneath his palm and then lifted it to his ear.
“Raines,” he said into the mouthpiece.
“Thunder, it’s Liv.”
Surprised by the soft, feminine voice on the other end of the line, he lowered his feet and leaned forward to brace his elbows on the desk. She probably called to rope him into another community project. Not that he minded helping out, he just didn’t agree with her reasoning that he needed to get out more.
“My calendar is full.”
“I’m sure,” she drawled, “but this is important.”
He lifted an eyebrow at the sudden distinct note of distress in her voice. “Okay, shoot.”
“Someone’s hacked my database and unfortunately, your profile is at the top of the list.”