Troy turned to the door and all the commandos stopped dead.
That happened a lot when Tracy Richmond entered a room and I was unsurprised that even commandos weren't immune to Tracy's charms.
This was because she looked like a model, no joke. She was tall, taller than me by two inches. She had natural blonde hair that was long, sleek and straight as a sheet. She had dancing green eyes.
She had perfect bone structure. She had a symmetrical face. She was thin with long, long legs and long, graceful, thin arms. She was not tits and ass. She was a human mannequin of the beautiful variety. Fashion designers the world over would be in throes of ecstasy, they caught sight of her. That was why any retail store in Denver hired her even though she was flighty and got bored easily so her average length of employment was around eleven months. If she told you something looked good on you, you'd visualize that you were her because you wanted to be her with every fiber of your being, you'd believe it and then you'd buy it.
"Cam called and said that Leo said that you got broken -" Tracy skidded to a halt beside Troy when her eyes caught sight of Hawk.
Those eyes widened, her jaw went slack and she stared at him.
Then, before I could do anything about it, she got the way wrong idea, her face lit with sheer delight and she screeched, "Ohmigod!"
Then she jumped up and down and clapped while the commandos took in the show and she tore her gaze from Hawk and grabbed my hand still jumping up and down.
"Sammie! Hurray!" she cried.
Shit!
I took hold of her hand and squeezed firm, "Trace, it's not what you -" Before I could finish, she dropped my hand and looked up at Hawk.
"I know you! And I knew it! Cam called me and told me you'd come over yesterday and Sammie got broken into last night and here you are! To the rescue! Hurray!"
Shit, shit, shit!
"Trace -" She looked at me. "I told you! Didn't I tell you?" She looked at Hawk and informed him, "I told her, like, a bazillion times!"
"You got broken into?" This was Troy breaking into Tracy's glee and I stopped looking at Tracy and started looking at Troy.
"Um... yeah but it wasn't a big deal," I lied.
"You got broken into?" Troy repeated.
"Is that why all these guys are here?" Tracy asked, her head swiveling around on her neck to take in the commandos then she looked at me. "What are they doing? Are they building a fortress?"
"They're putting in a security system," Hawk answered, Tracy's face instantly fell at this news and her eyes came to me.
"Oh honey, does that mean you won't be able to get those Jimmy Choos you've had your eye on for, freaking, ever? You know, I can't hold them very much longer. Someone will notice."
That was Tracy: fashion before everything, even safety.
"She's not payin' for it," Hawk replied, Tracy's face instantly lit up again and her eyes flew back to Hawk while Troy's eyes narrowed on him.
"Hurray!" Tracy exclaimed.
"Babe, stop saying 'hurray', this isn't what it seems," I finally got out and Hawk's arm squeezed my shoulders.
"What is it then?" Troy asked me but didn't wait for me to answer. "And who is this guy? And who broke in? Are you okay?
Did you get hurt? Do the police know? Did they catch him?"
I opened my mouth to answer but Hawk answered before me and for me.
"Like I said, I'm Hawk, Sam's man. We don't know who broke in. Sam's fine, my boys and I are lookin' out for her and the police have been informed."
"Hawk," Tracy breathed, gazing up at him with stars in her eyes.
"Cool name. Way cool. Super cool. Super, double extra cool."
Good God.
"Honey, you need a brief but I don't have time, I have work," I told her and looked at Troy. "And I'm sorry, Troy, I can see you're concerned but things are a little crazy and I have deadlines. I can't do my Troy Day today. But I'm fine, totally fine. I'll call you and explain everything tomorrow." Then I looked at Hawk and snapped, "And you. Will you quit speaking for me?"
"That's cool," Tracy said immediately before Hawk could reply and went on. "And by the way, honey, your hair is the bomb."