Chapter 184. Pussycats

Vance’s POV

Duke laughed, finding humor in it as he sweetened the coffee in my mug, stirring the spoon. “Wait, you’re not kidding?”

“Nope.” He was right about Blayne. I wanted to get into details as quickly as possible and the bastard wasn’t here yet. I decided to blast at him through the mind-link, “Blayne, wake the hell up! If you’re not here in two minutes I’ll cut your fucking pay!”

“Shit! I overslept. Why must you go that far, Vance? I’m on my way.” His coarse morning voice complained.

Duke grinned as he heard every word and placed the mug before me. I accepted it graciously. He made the best coffee. I must give him props. He took a chair in front of me and together we sipped. Matron Madeline will bring breakfast shortly.

Blayne arrived looking worse than Duke. His black T-shirt had wrinkling lines and his khaki trousers needed ironing. Wearing a scowl, he ran a hand in his brown hair, scratching it as his half-lidded brown eyes fo