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Guilt rushed in, even though I knew that wasn’t his intention. “I know.”

He just looked at me. Waiting for an answer.

I gave him a single nod. “I’d really love to come to dinner.”

27

OPHELIA

Naked in Augie’s bed was turning out to be my favorite place to be. And not even only because of the wicked things he did to me there.

His shitty little house in the middle of Saint View had become some sort of safety zone in my head. Every time I went there I had to check to be sure I wasn’t being followed, but when the coast was clear and I got to sneak in through his back door, everything felt good and right.

Until my phone buzzed, like it was doing right now.

Augie lifted his head from between my thighs and huffed out a sigh. “Can you please just deal with whoever is blowing up your phone? It’s been going off for the past thirty minutes, and I cannot do my best work under these circumstances.”

I pushed his head back down to where I liked it best. “I disagree. Do that thing with your tongue again and I’ll deal with my phone.”

He did as I requested, not asking me who was texting me.

He was good like that. He’d let the Riddick thing drop when I’d told him he was a colleague and a family friend. I had a feeling he knew there was a lot more to the story, but Augie wasn’t one to pry.

Maybe because he didn’t want people nosing their way around his secrets either.

Guilt plagued me though. He might have had his walls up with everyone else, but in here, Augie had spilled his truth. He’d told me all about the problems he’d created with his brother, his time in foster care, and what he remembered of his parents.

While I’d shared…exactly nothing.

“Harder,” I urged Augie, wanting to bury the guilt inside me with an orgasm.

But my phone buzzed again, and Augie’s annoyance was clear in his huff, even if he didn’t say anything.

Fact was, my mother wasn’t going away.

I twisted and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, opening her messages.

They poured in thick and fast.

Mom

Ophelia, where the hell are the proof-of-kill photos?

Mom

I need to get those posted.

Mom

Did the file upload fail or something?

Mom

You have actually done the job, haven’t you?

Mom

Oh my God, please tell me you have. Christ, if I have to admit to Riddick that you couldn’t even get a job as simple as this one done, then I will die of embarrassment.

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