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Hardy and Day Under the Gun Book Three: Hardy and Day Under the Gun, #3
Hardy and Day Under the Gun Book Three: Hardy and Day Under the Gun, #3
Hardy and Day Under the Gun Book Three: Hardy and Day Under the Gun, #3
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Hardy and Day Under the Gun Book Three: Hardy and Day Under the Gun, #3

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After almost three years, Camdyn Hardy and Malik Day are at the top of their game, solving cases, and solidifying their relationship on and off the job. With so much business, they don’t have time for anything else. And much to their administrative assistant’s chagrin, she is often subjected to loud groans and skin slapping sounds coming from their office. 

Despite this, there is another case to solve with a wife who believes her husband is cheating. The client wants him followed in a timely manner because she wants to move on. Camdyn and Malik perform the tasks and in doing so make a discovery, Nicole Stanton surely won’t want to hear. 

Once again, the couple’s professionalism is being tested. They have an obligation to give Mrs. Stanton the information she seeks. However with newfound details, Malik and Camdyn have a conflict of interest that hits home. 

This is book 3 of the Hardy and Day series and should be read in order.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSharita Lira
Release dateApr 18, 2018
ISBN9781386514800
Hardy and Day Under the Gun Book Three: Hardy and Day Under the Gun, #3

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    Chapter One

    HOLY SHIT! MAYBE THIS wasn’t a good idea after all.

    Malik grumbled, staring at the multiple stacks of folders on his desk. For the past four days and who knows how many hours, Malik tried putting all Camdyn’s old cases in databases for him to reference if needed. Unlike Camdyn, Malik saw no need to keep the dusty things and convinced his fiancé to store digitally instead. Camdyn hated the idea, but went along with it, Malik supposed just to make him happy.

    Despite all the improvements Malik had made, his man was still in the dark ages, not bothering to learn the new technology. Malik knew Camdyn would have to soon enough because he’d send all the files to the shredder. Besides, the record room Camdyn kept would be for the new agent they hired. They couldn’t have him or her in the same office, knowing how much he and Camdyn liked to play during work.

    In the two years Malik had joined Camdyn, making Hardy and Day PI services, the amount of cases had tripled, bringing in a nice sum of cash for the couple. They’d even made the move from Camdyn’s bungalow in the burbs to a property closer to the ocean. That way, Malik could do his third favorite thing besides shooting guns and having sex.

    Surfing.

    Malik enjoyed it as a kid and hadn’t done it since he returned to California. Now, he’d get to go all the time, living close to the water. And with an extra private investigator on staff, Malik hoped he’d be able to steal time to enjoy the waves when not working on cases.

    Babe? I’m back.

    Camdyn’s country drawl disturbed Malik, and he eyed his man, looking fine as ever. His blondish brown hair fell in waves over his broad shoulders. Due to the heat, Camdyn wore a tank top and shorts, showing off the muscled, inked legs Malik loved tangling himself up in whenever he got the chance. With the sea blue eyes and pearly white smile, Camdyn was a shoe-in for any clothing or cologne advertisement.  Malik thanked the gods for finding a hot man at the shooting range two-and-a-half years ago.

    Wearing that signature grin, Camdyn strutted inside their office.

    Hey. I hope you got lunch because I’m starved.

    Sure do, sugah. Got corned beef on rye from that new place up the street, Martin’s Deli. Camdyn closed the door behind him and sauntered to Malik’s desk. Immediately, Camdyn leaned down, engulfing Malik’s lips into his own.

    Mmph. Malik lost himself in the feeling and grasped onto Camdyn’s collar to keep him there. Missed you, Cam. What took you so long?

    Ah, I stopped to see my old buddies at LAPD. We got to talking, and I lost track of time. I knew you were here working on those files. I still don’t get why when you could’ve left them. Camdyn pulled away and took sandwiches out of the bag.

    Malik shrugged. Camdyn, it has to be done. And, I already told you, the new PI needs that space.

    Aw, a couple of file cabinets wouldn’t have hurt them.

    Cam, there were six. And we have plenty more to file away since we’ve been racking up all these cases. Now that the new year’s here, everything is going into the database. We'll destroy all the files. Sierra’s working on a bunch too. Thank goodness you’d only been in business four years before I came along or else you’d have a lot more, Malik grinned.

    Uh huh, I know, Camdyn shrugged. Your way is better, blah, blah blah. Camdyn took a seat on the corner of the desk that wasn’t full of old files.

    Not just better, baby. More efficient. Malik took the sandwich handed to him.

    "It’s soooo efficient you and Sierra are wasting time putting these things on the computer. Camdyn bit into his lunch. Her, I don’t care so much about because she’s our secretary, but you’re my lover. You been at this the whole week. We haven’t had that much time for lovin’ in here."

    Malik shook his head as he chewed. When he finished, he took his time to swallow. "Cam, we’ll have it. And our administrative assistant is a lot quicker than me too. She used to do data entry, so she types a high number of keystrokes as opposed to me, who is only tapping. I’ve seen the girl in action. She’s laser fast."

    Okay, then let her do them all.

    Can’t do that. That wouldn’t be fair. Besides, her and Marcus have lunch together almost every day. It’s the only way he’s able to see her while he still carries on the facade for his parents.

    Camdyn sighed. Well, that’s the bed Marcus made and Sierra wanted to be in it with him. Ah, anyway, you’re as stubborn as an ox so I know I won’t convince ya otherwise. Just save time for me before our next client comes in.

    Oh fuck. What time? I forgot. Malik grimaced and took another bite of his corned beef.

    Close to quitting time, but I said I’d do it since she seems to be in a rush to get this over with. She promised to pay us handsomely. It might be almost as much as the Deboneri’s did.

    Malik nodded, remembering his first actual client as part of Hardy and Day PI. Anthony Deboneri and his wife wanted more information on the man their daughter was marrying and hired them to dig dirt up on him. He was totally clean until they met up with Marcus at the Red Light club one night with Sierra on

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