Aaron Cash Dc Novels & Stories

he added, his eyes on James. Aaron met them in the hallway. “Good job,” he said cheerfully. “Let’s get you back in the van, and on to the next appointment.” “What have we got next?” James wondered. “Can we go through a drive through. I need a burger and coffee.” “I think he has earned a burger,” Owen added amused, having not missed the sexual tension in the DJ booth. “It is the least we can do. If that wasn’t taking one for the team, I don’t know what is.”

And Aaron—because we’ve apparently developed twin telepathy—has also beaten the locker-room circus and is at the door. He opens it with a bored little snort. “Pass.” “Hey! Calloway! Cobalt! Get your asses back he—” Banks starts, but the door shuts on the rest. I turn to Aaron. “Where to?” His eyes are glued to his phone. Completely absorbed. It takes him a solid minute to register I’ve asked a question. When he finally looks up, it’s for half a second. “Tessa’s going shopping,” he says, already looking back down at his screen like the message might evaporate.

He grunts. "Told ya!" Aaron patted his shoulder. While Chase passes him a box of tissue. "Ha-Ha. You really funny Chase." He bristled after seeing a box of tissue in front of him. Chase just smiles as he finds his book around the couch and read it. "Hey, can I ask you guys a favor?" Aaron suddenly said. His tone is a bit shy. "Yeah, sure. What is it?" Joe turned his head to Aaron. "Err... I actually, don't remember at all where I put my wallet. So I am currently broke and unknown on this planet. So…"

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

I hadn’t expected to care this much. About either of them. But I did. I was in the middle of a hot shower, letting the water wash away the exhaustion clinging to me, thinking about Cash. The door creaked open, and Aaron stepped in, naked and beautiful. Steam curled around his powerful frame, highlighting every cord of muscle, the ink of his tattoos, and the rugged scar on his skin. I realized in that moment that I would never, ever get tired of looking at this man. “I grabbed your bag from the car,” he said, the sound of his voice echoing against the tile.

“Now is not a good time for me, and really, I’d rather not. You can’t have anything to offer me.” “Not a good time?” Brooks repeats, amused. “Oh, that’s unfortunate. Because I’m already downtown. And I’d hate to waste a perfectly brewed cup of home grown coffee beans.” Aaron bites back a groan. “I said no. I don’t have time for your games.” There’s a pause, and during the short silent period, Aaron hears the sound in the background.

Jack offered. I grabbed a pen off my desk and threw it at him. “Shut up.” The room finally loosened. The ice cracked. We all exhaled. Aaron relaxed against the chair. “I’m moving back to New York,” he said. “Wanted to tell you myself.” I blinked. “Yeah? For good?” “Not exactly” he said. “I’m starting my company again. Smaller this time. And… maybe opening a branch here in Texas eventually.” Jack started pouring Aaron a glass of whiskey . “ Well congratulations to you for giving it your best.”

I shake my head and say, "I am not sleepy anymore. Do not wake me up next time when I am sleeping, otherwise, I will not be able to sleep. I will play with my phone for a while." I turn on my phone and see a missed call from Amy. I want to call back, but there are too many people in the car. I think about it and decide to go back before calling her. Suddenly, a news app pops up today's headlines. --Aaron, a son of the Barnett family, was carried out of the casino in the middle of the night. He is suspected of owing a huge amount of usury and his fingers were cut off! I take a deep breath and click in.

“Just go. Be careful.” After Caleb vanished, Aaron was left alone to settle the bill. “That’ll be a hundred and fifty-two dollars,” the store owner said with a friendly smile. Aaron pulled a black card from his wallet. “Card.” The owner gave him a sheepish look and shook his head. “Sorry, son. Small town business. We’re cash only.” Aaron froze, looking down at his wallet. Using cards was second nature; he almost never carried significant cash. He rifled through the hidden compartments of his wallet and turned out his pockets, but all he could scrape together was about twenty bucks.

he added, his eyes on James. Aaron met them in the hallway. “Good job,” he said cheerfully. “Let’s get you back in the van, and on to the next appointment.” “What have we got next?” James wondered. “Can we go through a drive through. I need a burger and coffee.” “I think he has earned a burger,” Owen added amused, having not missed the sexual tension in the DJ booth. “It is the least we can do. If that wasn’t taking one for the team, I don’t know what is.”