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"Spit it out," Suave said with a shake of his head. "We have shit heads to find today."

Weaver's eyes widened and my gut clenched because whatever he just thought of had nothing to do with Cat. I stepped closer to him. "What is it?"

"I almost forgot," he muttered. "Someone tried to hack my computer last night."

"What?" I snapped. "Who the fuck would do that?"

"The Raleka," Suave suggested.

"I don't think so," Weaver replied. "They'd have to know who we were and why we were here. We know they've ID'd Cat, but I don't think they know about us yet."

"We had that shoot out," I told him.

"Yeah, but only one of the guys survived and I don't know if he got a good look at us. I certainly couldn't pick him out of a line up if I needed to."

"Good point." Sighing, I raked a hand through my hair as I racked my brain. "Who do you think it was?"

"No idea. I'm going to look into it today. See if I can find anything out."

"Let us know if you do. We can divert to that instead."

Weaver nodded, gave Suave another considering look, then just said, "Be careful out there."

"Later," Suave told him.

We turned and walked down the street. I didn't speak for a few minutes, before I finally had to ask, "You know he wanted to talk to you about fucking Cat, right?"

"I know."

"You could've pulled him aside."

"Could've. Didn't want to." He glanced over at me and sighed. "I'm worried that if I go to him first, I'm going to fuck something up and he'll withdraw from Cat."

I nodded. "Figured it was something like that." We walked another block in companionable silence. "You're going to have to handle talking to him delicately."

Suave groaned. "That's what I was afraid of."

Grinning, I slapped a hand on his shoulder. He proved last night, with Cat, that handling delicate conversations wasn't his forte. I still wasn't going to step in for him. There was only so much I was going to fix for these assholes I loved like brothers.

CHAPTER 21

Catalina

Iwatched Weaver shut the door and noticed the way his shoulders slumped forward, like he was dejected. When he finally turned to face me, I tried another smile. This time he returned it, though it looked a little sheepish.

"Can I get you some breakfast?"

My eyebrows shot up. "You mean Suave actually left some?"

His laugh was warm and deep, like thick delicious honey. "They left in a hurry," he replied, "pretty sure that's the only reason." He spooned eggs onto a plate and set it in front of me.

"Thank you." I smiled at him as he sat down once more. At least he wasn't running from me. "Drew..."

His eyes were wary as they roamed over my face.

"I hope I didn't force you into anything last night. I'd never be able to forgive myself if-" I broke off at his snort of laughter. "What?"

"You couldn't force me to do shit even if you wanted to," he told me. He reached over and squeezed my bicep. "Puny."

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