Page 11 of Family Bonds- Emma & Warren

“As I said, it’s a nice doghouse to be in,” she said. “What are you doing?”

He put another key card into a panel after he flipped it down and then it scanned his fingerprint and eye. She let out a little squeal. “I told you you’d be excited.”

“I wasn’t aware you set up security for things like this,” she said. “Can I?—”

“Yes, you can pick my brain any time you want,” he said, rolling his eyes.

She should have been utilizing him more. Who knew he did things like this? She’d had no reason to know it.

“I’m dying and have gone to heaven,” she said her eyes so wide they were already drying out as she moved in front of the TV screens all over one massive wall. There was more to count than she could get to quickly.

“Have a seat on the throne,” Griffin said.

“You know I’m thinking of something else when you say that.”

“I should have figured,” Griffin said dryly. “This ball will let you zoom in to any screen you choose. These arrows will allow you to move the camera you want.”

“This is sensory overload,” she said, shaking her head. “Oh my God. How do you sit here and see everything at once?”

“I don’t,” Griffin said. “There is a camera room set up bigger than this in another part of the casino monitored by more security at the same time. This is a special setup that very few know about. Don’t touch this keyboard.”

She lifted her hands. “I wouldn’t dream of it. All I want to do is watch and zoom in. Not that I know what I’m looking for.”

“Do you need a crash course on what we look for?”

“Yes, please,” she said. “Are you sure you’ve got time for this?”

“I’ll make the time for you,” Griffin said.

He pulled over another chair and she took her phone out and hit record, it’d be much easier while she typed notes into her computer. This way she had two references.

After thirty minutes, she had enough to be left alone.

“Do you want me to text you when I’m done or can I just leave on my own?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re trapped up here unless you get Bella next door. The elevator won’t open without a card. They’ve got one that goes right into their penthouse, so you could get out that way.”

“This is the best thingever,” she said. “Do you realize, it’s like a wet dream for me.”

“Yeah,” Griffin said, clearing his throat. “I’m going to just pretend I didn’t hear that.”

There she went again, spewing words out of her mouth like she did on a computer screen.

Only she could delete those words and no one would be the wiser.

“Thank you for that,” she said. “I’ll send you a text either way. If you’re busy, I’ll bug Bella, but if it’s late, she’ll be sleeping or have Adrienne in bed.”

“She normally waits up for Eli, but you could be lost in your dream world up here too.”

“That is going to happen. I need to absorb it all.”

Two hours later, she was blinking her eyes.

They were sticky and dry from being so wide as her head swiveled around the wall at all the cameras. She might have a touch of whiplash on top of it.

She finally decided to just pick a camera and stick with it for twenty minutes and then move to another one. It was much easier that way.

Well, hello there, modern-day Hulk. What were the chances of Warren Showers being on her island twice in two weeks?