Securing Blake – Cavanaugh Security Read Online C.M. Steele

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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)

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Securing Blake - Cavanaugh Security

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The second book in the Cavanaugh Series.

We met Tate and Blake in the first book, but that was just the beginning of their passionate and fiery romance.

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Chapter 1


“Damn, it’s hot.” After installing the forensic lab computers, I came out and set my supplies down on the lobby desk. I still had to grab a few more items before starting the next station, but the damn heat had started to fry my brain. I needed a drink, and I needed it now. I walked into the office kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge. I guzzled it down in one long drink before tossing it into the recycling bin. Then, I headed back into the main reception area to see the owner approaching.

Sean Cavanaugh was a very cool but inexperienced boss. “Hey, how are you hanging in there?” He took his bandana and wiped his brow. As Texas men, we were pretty damn used to the heat, but when the central air went out, the work didn’t stop. The technician should be here in the next hour or so, hopefully. We were in the process of setting up the company for its opening, but there was a lot to get done before the other employees started. Hell, he had interviews for the next week at least.

“I’ll manage. I need to keep the server room cool, but the door’s sealed shut so we have a little more time before it’s an issue.”

As a fellow former police officer, we understood each other, and it made my interview for the position easy. I knew that failing to make a lifetime career in the force could make you ache to prove yourself. I’d help Sean get there, and hopefully find the satisfaction and retribution I’d been searching for as well.

He wiped the sweat off his brow that had built up again. “I have to go pick up some more drinks. It’s fucking hot as hell in here. I’m glad I took Macy home. This shit is only going to get worse as the day goes on.” Macy and Sean met less than half a year ago, and they were married with a baby on the way.

I nodded. “Smart move.” I cupped the back of my neck, rolling and massaging it. A headache worked its way up the base of my skull, and this heat didn’t make it better. It was early September in Texas. The temps hovered near the records all week, and the meteorologists predicted at least another ten days of it before we caught a break.

We had coffee this morning, but that shit was hot. It was already a damn sweaty job to physically set up the computers. Luckily, advancements in technology made them a lot lighter. The time spent huddling under desks and arranging the wires made it tedious. I loved working with computers, but with the excessive sweat coating my shirt, my mood shifted into dickhead mode. It helped that there wasn’t anyone else here to be nosy or in my way.

“I need you to do me a favor.”


“I messaged the woman coming in for the HR/Accounting interview that I’m not going to be available today. She hasn’t responded yet. If she shows up, can you let her know what the situation is?”

“Sure,” I answered distractedly, wiping the sweat from my own heated head. He was nearly out of the door when I added, “Oh, shit. Before you head out, we could use some extra fans as well.”

As I said that, his phone rang and from the ring tone, I assumed it was Macy. “Shit, yeah. Of course. I’ll see what I can get,” he muttered distractedly. “It’s Macy.” His voice quivered as he answered. “What’s wrong, baby?” He walked out of the door without another word to me, so I assumed it wasn’t a big deal.

I hoped everything was okay with her, and I sure as hell hoped he didn’t forget what I asked for.

I went back to work because the sooner I got out, the sooner I would get into my air-conditioned pickup. With four other computers to install before uploading all the software required for each job onto them, I had my day booked. As much as it sucked today, it was better than sitting in my office at the Houston PD working for bureaucrats who would rather demote me than protect me. Making the switch had been an easy decision, and so far I didn’t regret it. A year ago, a case I testified in led to a crazy stalker out for revenge. It took a bullet in my side for him to be caught. The force didn’t provide the proper safety measures on my behalf, so I wanted out.

A loud beeping tore through the quiet of the empty office, and that noise could only be one thing—the server room. “Son of a bitch,” I grumbled, wiping my bandana over my face. The central air had given out as soon as we stepped into the building. Sean requested an emergency HVAC visit, but because it was Texas, most were booked up. They should be arriving any minute—at least, they better be.