TNT is book 23 in the Reed Security series and it is suggested they be read in order.TonyAfter walking into my girlfriend's house and finding her murdered, I'm really struggling to get back to normal. Everyone's looking at me like I'm damaged, but they don't know the truth. And when they find out, they'll never look at me the same again. But a one night stand changes everything. Suddenly, everyone at Reed Security is trying to set me up with this crazy woman that can't cook, shows up at my work, and call me at all hours of the night. I don't want to hurt her, because she's so nice, but how long is a man supposed to go along with a crazy person that thinks there's a relationship where there isn't one?MollyAfter meeting Tony at The Pub one night, I know without a doubt that he's the man for me. He's everything I've been waiting for, and I'm not going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I know that he's slightly damaged and dealing with a lot, but with a little encouragement from Tony's teammates, I refuse to let him push me away. I have a whole arsenal of tips and tricks that my momma taught me, and with the help of my best friend, there's no way I'll fail. Now I just have to make Tony see that what we have is forever.“Uh…you know, this isn’t working,” I said briskly.She tilted her head, all cute like and looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”“Us…whatever this is. It’s not going to work. You’re nice and all, but it’s just not working.”I waited for the tears and the drop of her face. I braced myself for the yelling and name-calling. But no matter how much I steeled myself for her reaction, I just wasn’t ready for what she actually said.“Hmmm. Well, I appreciate your input, but I think it’s going good. Pop tarts?”“What?”“I’m sticking some in the toaster. Want some?”I blinked several times, shook my head, and even slapped my own face, but nothing changed. She was still standing in front of me, asking me if I wanted f#@king pop tarts after I just broke up with her. She actually refused to break up with me. Could that really happen? Did I not get a say in this? And if so, was I destined to just be with her for the rest of my life? I’d never been in this position before. I’d never had a woman refuse to let me break up with her. What was the protocol for this? Did I just go along with it? Maybe I should just not return her calls. Of course, that hadn’t really worked so far. She always showed up, with food.“Honey?” She quirked her head to the side and smiled sweetly at me. “Pop tarts?”Shaking my head, I tried again. “I’m serious, Molly. I’m breaking up with you. I don’t want to be with you anymore. It’s been fun, but let’s just end this now.”“I hear you. I really do, and while I think you make some not very valid points, I’m going to pretend like what you said makes total sense. But we’re not breaking up. You’re just freaking out and you want to end this before it gets too real. I get it, but we’re still not breaking up.”
