Free The Trouble With Temptation (Second Service Book 3) by Adrienne Bell Page B

out of her building. In some she and Ty were shot quick and clean in the back of the head. In others, they were tortured with knives.
    Of course, none of that had happened, and now, sitting safe and sound inside the warehouse, she felt a little silly. No one was coming after her. Not tonight at any rate. There was no way the Bratva would try anything with so many witnesses around.
    Of course, being with Ty helped too.
    He lifted her spirits. He made her laugh. It didn’t hurt that the man was a bona fide badass. So far, nothing had broken his cool exterior. Nothing rattled the man. Not even death stares from the scariest sons of bitches on the planet.
    Who the hell was this guy?
    He didn’t seem too keen on telling her, and Morgan didn’t want to press too hard. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. The truth was, right now, she was just happy he was on her side.
    She lifted her head from his shoulder as she heard the familiar rattle of hard metal casters rolling across the concrete floor.
    “Here we go,” she said, patting Ty’s leg as teams of three and four pulled massive crates up to the edge of the cage. A few moments later, they flicked open the locks and started hauling out their machines.
    The team in front of them set their creation on the ground, a small, four-wheeled armor-plated contraption that looked like a bug. Four spinning saw blades stuck out of its sides and a swinging cudgel was mounted on top.
    Ty’s brows pulled together. “Robots?”
    “Robots.” Morgan nodded.
    Ty looked at her. Confusion swam in his eyes. Morgan felt a strange wave of satisfaction.
    So, there was something that could rattle him after all.
    “You took me out on a date to a robot death match?”
    “Well, technically it’s the Robotics Assault League,” she said with a shrug. “But, close enough.”
    Ty opened his mouth as if he was struggling with what to say next, but before he could get his thoughts sorted out someone called her name from the fight floor.
    “Morgan!”
    She scanned the crowd and found a couple of familiar faces staring at her. One, more familiar than the others.
    “Michael,” she said and waved back.
    He jumped away from the robot in front of him. His straight dark blonde hair flopped at the sides of his ears as he took the stairs of the bleachers two at a time to get to her. Ty reflexively tightened his grasp around Morgan.
    “Hey,” Michael said as he reached them.
    “Hey yourself,” she said.
    “Corey mentioned you came in.”
    “Yeah, I had a night off.” Morgan motioned over at Ty. “Ty Daniels, this is Michael Silva. He’s the head of this whole circus.”
    Ty’s arm relaxed a touch. Not all the way though. She could feel energy vibrating through him, even though his smile was as natural as ever.
    The men regarded each other for a long moment before Michael finally put out his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he said.
    Ty unwrapped his arm long enough to take Michael’s. “You too.”
    “This must be your first time,” Michael said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”
    “They say there’s a first time for everything. I guess that includes Robot Fight Club.” Ty slung his arm over her shoulder again. There was something deliberately possessive in the gesture.
    Ty wasn’t jealous, was he?
    Why would he be? He had no way of knowing the history between Michael and her. And even if he did, why would he care? This wasn’t a real date. No more than their kiss had been a real kiss.
    Sure it had looked real. And God knew, it felt real. But…
    “I suppose you’re right,” Michael said before turning back to Morgan. “I’m glad you could come tonight.”
    “So am I,” she said. “I would have been around more this season but I’ve been busy.”
    “The club’s doing well?”
    “It is,” she said with a nod. There was a time that she would have told Michael the truth. Heaven knew, she still trusted him. Even with all that they’d been through, Morgan knew