Austin’s smile perked up. “He watchesClay.”
I rolled my eyes. “Because you’re alwaysundressing him with your eyes and flirting with him. Everyone notices Clay.”
Clay was a bit…shy, maybe. For some reason,he thought his injuries made him less attractive. I wasn’t sure where he’dgotten that idea, but Austin had made it clear for all of us that we didn’tthink he was ugly by any stretch of the imagination.
We just had better manners than to demandthat he wash the car with his shirt off every time we came over.
Austin snorted. “He just protests when youguys are around. I think we either scare him a little or he doesn’t want tolook like an alpha slut drooling over all the hot omegas.”
I didn’t even bother acknowledging theinsane options.
“I’m pretty sure we’re the most uniqueomegas he’s ever met.” I was serious, but Austin started giggling.
Realizing how off track we’d gotten, Ifocused back on the list. “So our next walk-through is on Thursday evening andJonah said they’ve made a lot of progress.”
Austin nodded, finally getting off thesilly couch. “Yes, we’ve got all the final finishings picked out and the crewhas done a lot of work getting the structure of the club in.”
Once Graham realized it was a kink club andnot a social hangout for bored omegas, he’d gone to work changing a lot ofsmall details. But instead of losing time, things had sped up. I had a feelingworking on a BDSM club was more interesting to him and the crew, and thepossibility of joining it had everyone working faster.
Not that I minded.
I was all for anything that would get us inunder time or under budget…and it looked like we were going to do both, as longas Austin kept his spending under control. If I hadn’t already been used to howthey threw money around, the finances for the club would have given me a heartattack.
“Good. Do you know if we have a final dateyet?” The initial deadline was just a few weeks away, but I wasn’t sure how thechanges had impacted that.
“Russ is pretty sure we’re going to finishslightly ahead of schedule. He said they made up some time by the inspectorsnot being assholes.” Austin grinned. “I didn’t even have to make phone calls. Ithink stories about what Bertie’s cops were doing got around and people areafraid to piss us off right now.”
Austin and Tanner might have more moneythan they knew what to do with, but the rest of us were well connected too.“They should have known better than to use funds for that kind of shit. I haveseveral clients that were not happy.”
They weren’t as colorful as our group, butthey were very open-minded individuals that had honestly thought the clean upthe streets initiative would be about legitimate issues the city had. As far asI could tell, Bertie had gotten phone calls from a lot of angry donors who werenot happy with how their money was spent.
“They should be afraid. What they weredoing falls under several categories like harassment, for one. Has Silas hadany more issues?” I knew Austin could handle things, but his way alwaysinvolved drama of some sort. I had quieter methods of making things go away ifnecessary.
Austin shook his head as he peeked out thefront window. “No, and there haven’t been any more leaks from the department,but I don’t like the way that one cop looked at us. I’ve got a privateinvestigator doing some digging, but so far things are quiet.”
Quiet could be good, but I wasn’t sureabout that in this case. “Let me know if I need to make any phone calls.”
Austin gave me a cheeky grin. “You’ll takeall my fun away if I do that.”
Rolling my eyes, I gathered up my papersand stood. “That’s my job.”
Bouncing across the room, Austin laid hishead on my shoulder and cuddled into me. “Let me have my fun. Torturing theasshole cops is delightful.”
Snorting, I gave the drama queen a hugbefore he danced away again. “If you do anything stupid, I’ll tell Wade.”
He stuck his tongue out at me. “Meanie.”
Refusing to devolve into childish taunts, Iignored him as I moved toward the entryway of the living room. “Alright, we’regoing to talk about your personal finances later this week and you have to payattention to that.”
He looked slightly guilty, but it wasmostly an act. “I’ll focus next time. It’s just Silas is going to be here soonand he’s—”
“No.” I shook my head as Austin started togiggle. “I do not need to know.”
The hint of a cock cage under the damnedskirt was enough for me to guess why he was so distracted and why he waslooking forward to his Master coming over. For the time being, they were stillliving apart, but between Austin’s excitement and the press following themaround, I didn’t think it would be too long before Silas moved into Austin’splace.
Scoffing, he fluffed his skirt. “You’vebeen so boring lately.”
Someone had to be.
