Free Colorado Wild - Colorado Heart 1 by Sara York

in a few minutes."
    "Yeah, I'm right behind you."
    The door opened and Roger slipped out. Grant blew out a breath, wondering how the hell he'd ended up in bed with Roger. Shit, he'd wanted him so much. It had been so long and he wasn't the type to take the edge off with a stranger. Later, after they had their meetings and figured out what they were going to do, he'd talk to Roger. The man deserved the truth.
    Grant washed his face and brushed his teeth before stumbling down the hall to the kitchen. Roger was already there, his back to the group. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled when he saw him. Suddenly Roger was beside him, coffee cup in hand, the liquid a soft brown, just the way he liked it.
    "Here you go, drink up, looks like some serious shit when down this morning in London." Roger nodded toward the television where images of a blast were displayed.
    "Fuck." Grant took a sip of the sweet brew, appreciating that Roger had gotten it right. "Thanks for the coffee. It's perfect."
    Roger glanced at him and smiled. There weren't any uncomfortable silences or strange glances. It was almost like this morning, lying in bed together with his hard dick against Roger's hand, hadn't happened.
    "Good morning, bo ys. We have new information. It looks like Saoirse struck. They are claiming responsibility."
    "Any thing on the wire about McKay?" James asked.
    "Yes, we intercepted this transmission." Duff switched the TV's display, showing his computer. The user they'd come to realize was an alias for McKay flashed on screen, showing a missive : Our plans are coming together. Good work! Duff clicked on another message sent two hours before the bomb went off. Today is a good day.
    "It looks like McKay is a principal in this." Billy's voice was rough, his eyes bloodshot. Grant wondered if Billy had slept at all. At least he and Tucker seemed to be getting along again.
    "How many civilians were killed?" James asked.
    "Forty-eight. Twenty-four of them were kids. The explosion happened at a school bus stop just minutes before the bus was set to arrive. They planned it so kids would be hurt."
    "I don't see how this will make any company's stock go down or up." Mike said.
    "The bomb went off in front of a Suzy P's cosmetic store. The manager had just arrived. She went out and helped the kids in her Suzy P uniform. She's being heralded as a hero. The CEO of Suzy P's is on record talking about how much she loves her manager for helping the survivors and she's shut the store down, turning it into a spot for the grieving parents, saying that profit isn't as important as people. Online, their sales went crazy. People started saying that they were only going to shop at Suzy P's. When the market opened overseas, the stock shot through the roof."
    "How did he know?" Mike asked.
    "They studied companies, determined how their CEO would react. They planned the attack to play on the public's sympathies. It looks like McKay has made about two million dollars on Suzy P stock this morning." Duff pulled up a page that showed stock information.
    "Fuck ," Marshal said.
    "So who gets this one?" Tucker asked.
    "I want Grant as lead." Duff said. "Tucker, you're out for a while, so don't even ask. We only need two of you to go in with Grant."
    "I'd like to have Marshal go with me," Grant said.
    "I'd love to see this guy dead," Roger said.
    "It's too early. Maybe next time." Duff turned to face Roger, looking him directly in the eyes. "Your input has been invaluable, but we need more trust first. An easier mission for the first time."
    "I understand." Roger glanced at Grant, his lips dropping just a bit.
    Grant was relieved. He needed one hundred percent concentration on this mission and Roger was a hug e distraction. "James, are you up for shooting?"
    "Yes , sir." James stood and came to him. "I want this guy dead."
    "Good. Give me thirty minutes then we'll start working on a plan. Roger, I want you with me to see how we plan. Tucker, since you're injured, I