Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) Read Online Free

I tried to formulate a response.
    “Shit connection,” I said finally. “I keep lagging.”
    “Connection looks fine to me,” she teased. “No, you’ve been over here ever since you ran away from Lacey’s new assistant like she had some weird fungus.”
    I shook my head in denial. “I didn’t run,” I mumbled, “I’ve got a headache.”
    She let out a snort. “Which is it? A shit Internet connection, or a headache? You’re not fooling me, Ty. Your head might be about to explode, but it isn’t why you’re sitting over here. You’re specifically avoiding her . Why?”
    Beads of sweat broke out across my forehead. “I’m not,” I answered gruffly.
    “Tyson—“
    “Fucking drop it, okay?”
    Her head reared back in shock.
    “I’m sorry—”
    “No,” I said through my clenched teeth. “It’s not you who needs to be sorry, it’s me. I was rude.”
    She waved me off before patting my knee. “Whatever is going on with you right now, just remember I’m always here if you need to talk.”
    My shoulders instantly relaxed. Devon was good people, and she knew when to stop. I appreciated it more than she knew.
    Whatever the fuck was going on with my reaction to Daisy, it wasn’t acceptable. I planned to stay as far away from her as possible. I didn’t want to be genuinely interested in any woman, and I meant to maintain the status quo. Did it make me an asshole? Sure. Did I give a fuck? No.
    I knew my limitations and being in a relationship was never going to happen. I didn’t just accept my fate; I embraced it. Therefore, someone who interested me in the way Daisy did was downright dangerous. Ridiculous as it may sound, I felt she was a threat to me, and I decided right then and there to avoid her like she was my personal kryptonite.

 
    I was on my way to Tyson’s room to give him the daily tour brief. Normally Lacey would’ve been the one to deliver it, but now the job belonged to me. I’d had no problem dropping the same thing with Flynn, Cole and Gavin, but I was shaking as I stepped up to Tyson’s door and knocked. My anxiety was annoying, and I detested the way my nerves went haywire when I was around him. I’d fought for years to be as calm and unflappable as I could, but Tyson Allen frazzled the heck out of me. He made me feel like a mixture of complete incompetence and total stupidity. I kept hoping some miracle would occur, and he’d lighten up around me, but it wasn’t happening.
    The worst part of it was I liked him, and by that I mean I had a crush on him. He all but ignored my presence on the planet, yet I found myself pining over him. I knew my sister would be worried if she knew, given my history of atrocious choices in men. I thought I’d outgrown my inherent need to chase after inappropriate men, but apparently I was dead wrong.
    When he swung the door to his hotel room open, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind he was annoyed I was there. His entire demeanor was hostile.
    “Goddammit, where’s Lacey?” he barked, confirming my assumption he wasn’t happy to see me.
    “She’s meeting with management. I’ve got your daily brief,” I answered as I held it out to him. I cursed myself silently when I noticed my hand was trembling.
    He snatched it out of my hand like it was contaminated. “This is Lacey’s job,” he stressed angrily. “Why are you doing it?”
    I was torn between the desire to skitter away and hide or knee him in the nuts. He acted like I was toxic and it was embarrassing, which meant I could barely string two words together.
    “I’m, like, um, uh, from now on… it’s like, my job?” I squeaked.
    I wanted a portal to open and suck me out of the hallway. I’d ended a statement with a question, which was bad enough, but even worse, I knew my face was purple with embarrassment. I didn’t need to worry since he focused like a laser on a spot over my head. It seemed setting eyes on me was somehow offensive.
    “Then from now on you can just slip