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“Shit, that’s not good. We can place them here. That’s going to make us a target.” Dayton smacks a fist against the steering wheel, and I reach out and give his shoulder a squeeze.

“We can just tell the cops we didn’t get a look at the plate, and we were too busy trying to survive so we didn’t even get a description of the car.”

“Not to mention all the dust,” Anders says, pointing out the window. He’s right, it’s thick in the air and makes picking out details tricky.

“We stick to our story when the police ask. We were coming out to go skinny dipping and have some ‘fun.’” I use air quotes. “They are going to make their own assumptions about the three of us fucking. It will help sell my backstory of being loose. I don’t think you should say you paid me to be out here. You want to be able to come back and work with Kevin again, and if people think you pay for sex, that might damage your career.”

Dayton shakes his head. “Nah. Let’s just go with you’re young and cute, and you work with Anders who wanted to get to know you better.”

“Yeah, they’ll know I was tasked with auditioning you by Matthew, so it all fits.”

“Okay, let’s go then,” I agree as Dayton gets us moving again. It’s time to discover Bishop’s body and finally put him to rest. As much as I disliked him, I haven’t liked pretending we don’t know he’s dead. Nobody deserves to be treated like trash, especially once they’ve passed on.

Chapter 15

We decide to act as if we are going on a date. We’re not sure if they put a camera out here to see if anyone discovers the body, so we are going to have to make it look real. The three of us laugh and make jokes as we arrive at the hot spring. We drop our towels, and the boys sandwich me between them. Dayton brushes my hair to the side and places kisses along my neck. I allow my head to fall back, enjoying the sensations, and take the opportunity to look around for any hidden cameras. Anders, who is in front of me, slides his hands up my inner thighs, under my dress.

“How about we get you out of these clothes, and we have some fun in the water?” he says loudly.

“I can’t see any cameras,” I whisper before replying, “Sounds fun.”

He gathers my dress and starts to peel it over my head. He isn’t expecting me to be without panties, so when he pulls it over my head and discards it, leaving me in just my bra, he stops and stares for a moment. He hisses a quiet, “Fuck,” before he unbuckles his belt.

“Just because we can’t see it doesn’t mean there’s nothing there,” Dayton warns quietly, reaching up to undo my bra and letting it fall down my arms. Anders pulls his shirt over his head, and I pull away from them and step back toward the water.

“First one in gets my ass!” I call and spin around to hurry to the water’s edge, not waiting for their reactions.

I can hear them pushing and shoving each other, but then I see Bishop’s body floating on the surface. They didn’t bother weighing it down, they just tossed it into the water. He’s face down, so I can’t see what they did about the bullet hole.

I scream and back away. “Oh my god! There’s a body floating in the pool!” I run back to the guys, who are both in their boxers, and they stop what they are doing and look toward where I point. I grab Dayton’s arm, and he pulls me into his body. It’s warm and smooth, and I love how it feels against my naked skin, but I can’t get distracted by it. Anders bends down and pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket, then he walks toward the pool, lifting it to his ear. I’m assuming he’s calling 911.

“Yeah, I found a dead body. I’m in Summerville, Georgia at the hot springs just out of town. It’s floating in the water.”

He listens for a moment and answers a couple of questions before hanging up. I pretend to be terrified in Dayton’s arms, and he rubs a soothing hand over my back before helping me into my dress and wrapping one of the towels around my shoulders.

“They said not to go near it, and they’ll be here soon. Fuck, I can’t believe it. I thought he’d be found holed up with some chick,” Anders says flatly without turning around to face us.

“Hey, man, what’s wrong? What do you mean?” Dayton calls, keeping up the act.

“I recognize the tattoo on the body’s back. It’s Bishop, man.”

“Fuck.” Dayton helps me sit down on the other towels while I keep up my distraught act, and then he hurries down to the edge of the pool. He swears loudly again and goes to step into the water, but Anders puts his hand on him.

“They said not to disturb the body or crime scene. They told us to go back to our car and they will send the police and paramedics.”

Dayton runs a frustrated hand through his hair but nods and turns around and walks back to me. Tears run down my face as the two of them get dressed.

“You really think it’s Bishop?” I ask, and they nod.

“Yeah, I was the one who gave him that tattoo,” Dayton tells me as he pulls his shirt over his head before slipping his feet into his socks and shoes.

They help me back to my feet, and the three of us walk somberly to the car and hop in it to wait for the police. I don’t wipe the tears from my eyes because I want to put on a good show for the authorities.

“Well, if there were any cameras, I think that was fairly believable,” I comment. “I really am sorry about what happened to Bishop. Even though you didn’t see eye to eye, I know he was part of your team for six months. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier.” I feel a little guilty. This whole time, we’ve been business as usual, and here they are, mourning their teammate—even if he was a dick.

Both guys shake their heads. “Don’t be, the guy seriously had it coming. Even Lathan didn’t like him, and he’s the most laid back person in the group,” Dayton explains.

“Yeah, that’s because Bishop was always calling him a nerd and telling him girls like big dicks, not big brains.” Anders shakes his head, and I wince.

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