Page 61 of Hidden But Not Safe

He wondered if that tension would be made better or worse if he told her he planned to kill Julio.

Her head lifted suddenly, almost clipping his chin.

“Rocks isn’t here.” She frowned at the empty bed. “That means the dealers are coming today. That pile of drugs was the biggest yet, much bigger than anything Julio handled before. I guess the person he had me fuck came through.” Her lips twisted as she grabbed onto the material of Naz’s undershirt near his stomach. It made his muscles there flex.

Her face smoothed. “This is a good thing. He doesn’t like me around the dealers when they come. I can just hide out here for the day while you go help. The extra money coming in might even make Julio forget I never fucked him last night.”

She’d be safer out of the way while he took care of things. The way she bounced on her feet shifted the shirt she wore up her thighs, and he remembered all over again that it was all she was wearing.

There was something too vulnerable about her being naked underneath.

Meg bit her lip. “I know that doesn’t get you out of seeing him. I’m being selfish again, aren’t I?”

Naz shook his head.

“So it’s okay if I stay here?” she asked, twisting his shirt.

He hesitated, then shrugged with a headshake. She could stay there, but they were going to get her some clothes first. Ones that weren’t still sopping wet on the floor of the bathroom.

Meg often seemed to understand what he didn’t say, but her forehead creased as she frowned up at him.

Instead of pulling out his phone, Naz reached under the shirt she wore and stroked her ass, right over the birthmark he’d stared at for so long. He’d been right about her smooth skin. Even that dark mark was smooth, not raised.

Meg shuddered, and he jerked his hand away. Her eyelids lowered, and her lips parted as she stared up at him.

“Oh!” she gasped. She blinked and let go of his shirt, pulling back. “You were reminding me I don’t have any underwear on. So you’re good with me being here, but think I should get a change of clothes first.” She bit her lip, her legs restless, brushing together. “Shit, I’m so nervous I have to pee.”

He watched her hurry to the bathroom and close the door behind her before he cracked open the trailer door. No one was in the yard.

Naz grabbed his dry shirt off the railing and slipped it on, covering the gun he always wore at the small of his back. He’d tucked the holster there again that morning.

When Meg appeared beside him, he crouched and helped her slip her shoes on so she wouldn’t flash her ass or pussy, even if there was no one but him to see it.

Julio wasn’t in the other trailer when they entered; no one was. They were all in the warehouse.

Meg stripped off his shirt to change.

Naz turned around so her naked body wouldn’t distract him. If Julio stomped over to the trailer, he would switch the order around and kill him first. If he didn’t use his gun, none of the others would even know right away.

Naz wasn’t that lucky. It wasn’t until he was walking Meg back over to the other trailer that Julio called toward them from the open warehouse entrance.

“Get your asses over here!”

Julio wasn’t scowling. He had a shit-eating grin on that made Naz’s skin crawl.

Meg tugged on her shorts. She wore the flannel shirt she’d had on the first day, open over a crop top even though it was hot enough for Naz to feel sweat drip down his back. She crossed her arms, as if hugging the edges into place.

“Guess it’d be bad not to go,” she mumbled, walking ahead of him.

Naz followed her. Everyone was inside, just like he’d expected.

“Look at the amount of this shit,” Julio said. “We’re going to be rolling in it more than usual.” There was a brightness to his eyes that made Naz wonder if he was high.

Meg moved toward Julio with a laugh that rang false. “You’re so awesome, baby.”

Julio clamped an arm around her.

Naz put his back to the wall and took in the crew. Most were around the table near Julio.

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