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“You don’t have to worry about that.”

“And if you find this guy Shawn used to know?—”

“I know, IKE. We’ve talked about all of this. I need to find out any places Shawn used to hang out with him. It’ll be fine. But that doesn’t mean he knows anything. Shawn might not have been in contact with him.”

“I know, but the chances that the Irish know about this connection are pretty slim, which is why Shawn would have risked coming to someone like this guy. Stay alert, and don’t make me regret bringing you along on this trip.”

“Are you baiting me?” Isla snapped.

“And why would I do that?” I asked, proud that she caught on to my schemes.

“To piss me off right before we go into the club so that I’m not nervous. I can do this, IKE. I’m not scared.”

She was terrified, but she was doing a great job of hiding it. I didn’t want her to come along any more than Kavanaugh would have wanted her to, but this was her choice. She needed to feel like she was in control of her life in some way, and this allowed her to do that, to take back what Shawn had stripped away. She would never feel safe unless she had a hand in taking him down.

“One last thing.” I held out her wrist and slid a skin-toned tracker over her skin. Then I slid down her body and placed another one on the back of her leg.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting trackers on you.”

“But I didn’t feel anything.”

“They’re just tags.”

Her face crinkled up in a cute frown. “Kavanaugh mentioned those once, but he said they were implants.”

“Yes, but unless you want me to jab a tracker into your arm, this will have to do for tonight.”

She crinkled her nose in disgust. “No, thank you. This will do fine. Wait…does this mean you think I’m going to get taken or something?”

“No, it means that I happen to like you and prefer to know where you are at all times.”

“Right.” She blew out a breath, then shook out her arms.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Yes, I’m just working out the wiggles.”

“The wiggles?”

“Yes, the wiggles, okay?”

My lips twitched at how cute she was, but I hid it as best I could. “You look great. You’ll do fine.”

“Right. Okay. Let’s do this.”

“Not so fast.” I caught her right as she was about to march past me. There was no way I was letting her go anywhere in that dress without some form of protection. I held up a small blade. “I want you to carry this on you.”

Her eyes widened comically. “And just where do you think I’m going to carry that? In my coochie?”

“I have a strap for your leg.”

“There’s no way that’ll work. Someone will see it.”

“Trust me, no one will see it.”

I got down on one knee and slid my hand up her leg just to get a reaction out of her. She shivered as I trailed my hand behind her knee to her inner thigh. Her eyes locked with mine, questioning where I was going with this. I smirked at her, knowing what she was thinking. I could smell her desire already, and if we were alone, I would take a taste of her, but we weren’t, and we had things to do.

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