The End of Games by Tara Brown Read Free Book Online

one person all the answers, they give each person a chunk of an answer. They have hung us out to dry, repeatedly."
    Jack nodded, "It's going to take some time to figure it all out—it, and the list. The list is an issue. We only have a short amount of time before we will be expected to start ending the people on it."
    Coop cocked an eyebrow, "So weird the commander isn’t on it."
    Jack shrugged, "He could just be like James. James wasn’t on it, but he clearly was someone's puppet."
    I folded my arms, "The list isn’t important right now though, except Fitz. I wonder where he is?"
    "He's on their team, not ours."
    I glared at Jack, "He is on my team. He always has been on my team."
    Jack put his hands in the air, "Calm, momma bear. I'm just saying that for right now, he is not on our side. We are our side. We are it."
    Coop gave me a smug smile, "Just one big happy family."
    I shook my head, "I hate you sometimes."
    He nodded, "I know. The orders I have are to sit here, play house and keep an eye on the obvious and the obscure changes in the little town."
    Luce sighed, "I miss civilization a little bit."
    I nodded, "The coffee is piss. I've made my own from the shitty grocery store coffee. Mom made some, terrible. Coop, the cup you brought me sucked. These suck."
    Jack pointed at me, "Not at the bakery. It's run by the Smith family, same owners for sixty years. I ran their credit score; statistically-speaking, business owners who are broke or close to it, use lesser-quality ingredients and take more short cuts due to stress and finances. Anyway, they don’t even have credit, they pay cash for everything. They have like one Visa that must be for emergencies or something."
    I gave him a confused stare. He shrugged, "It all equals the same thing, old-lady baking and strong coffee."
    I rolled my eyes as Luce grabbed his arm, "Come on, honey. I want me some old-lady baking."
    Jack looked startled as she dragged him out of the store. I frowned, "I guess we'll watch the store."
    Coop laughed, "They better bring me something yummy." He nudged me, "You ready for a workout later, speaking of getting lazy and fat."
    I shoved him, "Screw you."
    He nodded, slapping his hand on the firm wooden counter. "I do have a fantasy about being screwed in a computer store."
    I shook my head, "Well, keep dreaming."
    His eyes sparkled, "I will. I always imagined a young, geeky girl but older, tech-savvy lady with glasses works too."
    I groaned, "Oh my God, you are a walking contradiction. One minute you want to have geek sex in a computer store, which by the way, I don’t even know what that is…" He opened his mouth but I put my hand up, "And I don’t want to know. And then you're all mean and calling me old and fat and lazy. Then you say," I changed my voice to sound like his, "Oh Evie, it's only a couple years difference, you aren’t that much older."
    He laughed, "That’s not what I sound like."
    I pointed, "You get my point. You are a head-gaming little bastard. Which is it, am I too old or not?" I realized too late what I'd just asked for.
    He sauntered over in his tight pants and cowboy hat. He looked down on me, slipped the cowboy hat off and pressed his buckle into my abdomen, "My point is that I know what you housewives want in an affair, that whole Christian Grey act. You love it. The old ‘be mean to me and tell me what to do’ but really be conflicted about me and make it a chase. You ladies act like you want to be chased down, but let's be real, you like to choose the man you let be in control. But honestly, you like the chase more than we do."
    I swallowed hard, looking up into his smug blue eyes.
    His lip twitched a grin, "Why do you think you like Servario? He's the ultimate ungettable get, who bosses you around in the bedroom, and then vanishes so you can be in charge of your own life. You are always chasing him."
    I had responses, I thought I did, but they weren’t coming out of my parted lips. I had a horrible feeling I