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“Are you okay with Cross watching us?” I asked.

“No, but he’s my best option at the moment.”

“I’ll send him a text,” Vena said.

“I can do it,” Shepard said.

“What time are you kicking us out?” Vena asked.

I nudged her with my foot.

“Hey,” she said. “I’m not complaining. I just had the best night’s sleep, a gourmet breakfast, and an interesting interaction with the special feature in the shower. This place is great. But it’s also not home, and I’d rather avoid MC until it's time to watch Shepard hand him his ass.”

Shepard already had his phone out. Mine and Vena’s pinged at the same time with a notification.

Shepard: Cross, can you meet the girls at their house and stay with them until they leave for work?

Cross: I’ll be there. Don’t worry about them. Worry about making sure your mongrel doesn’t go after Everly.

Shepard: I’m handling it. Worry about your vamps, not me.

Cross: Of course, I worry about you. You’re the only mutt I like to play with. Try not to get killed.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Vena parked in her usual spot in front of our house and cut the engine with a sigh.

“We should have never agreed to stay there.”

“Why?” I asked, getting out.

“Now I know how the other half lives. How can I go back to our crappy shower?”

I smirked at her. “We can afford this place. We can’t afford that one…unless you changed your mind about MC and want a sugar daddy?”

She shot me a look. “Nope. Definitely not. But if it was Anchor, maybe.” She sighed again. “We’re on day six without even a hint of a clue. What are the chances–”

“Stop right there, Vena Bree Hunter,” I said firmly. “Positive thoughts for positive results.”

“But what if–”

“Nope. Our inside man has been out all night. He’ll come through.” I unlocked the door and let myself in.

The man in question was sitting on the couch, a sexy smirk tugging at his lips as he watched us.

“Am I your man, Everly?”

Vena snorted and closed the door behind us.

“Nope, you aren’t,” Vena said. “You haven’t come through on anything yet.”

“Any news after last night’s bust?” I asked, ignoring his question and her response.

“A few interesting things. Let me have your phone.” He held out his hand, and I immediately offered it. Rather than taking the phone, he caught my wrist and tugged me to his side. He leaned in and inhaled.

“You smell like Shepard.”

“Well, I did sleep at his house and use his shampoo.”

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