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There are no messages when she hands it to me. That’s a good sign. No one has fired me yet.

Eve sets her hand on my arm and meets my gaze. Her grip is firm. “I need you to trust me. Send them a text.”

I stare at her. There’s something she’s not telling me. It’s confusing. I don’t understand, but I need to trust her. Who the hell else can I trust? My fingers shake as I open a group text to both of them. I hand Eve the phone. “You do it. I can’t think.”

She takes it from me and types before handing it back. “I didn’t hit send yet.”

I read her words.

Hi. This is Lacy. I’m dealing with a personal problem that needs attention. Is there any chance you could meet with me tomorrow morning so I can explain?

It’s a good text. I hit send.

Chapter 14

Brett

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I’ve never been more freaked out in my entire life. To be fair, my entire life is currently sitting in her car in my garage while her best friend tries to talk her off the wall because Lord knows I was unsuccessful.

The garage is open now. If she wanted to start the car, put it in reverse, and back out, all I would be able to do at this point is get out of the way. I’m praying it doesn’t come to that.

She seems calmer—if by calmer, I mean she hasn’t screamed in over a minute. I don’t know what Eve is saying to her, but I hope to God it’s working.

“I fucked up,” I mumbled.

Blade is standing closest. “No, you didn’t. Shit happened because there are bad people in the world. It’s not your fault. None of us sit in our homes with all the blinds closed in the middle of the day out of fear that someone might be spying on us, taking photos.”

I clasp my hands behind my head, pacing behind Lacy’s car. I can’t bring myself to step out of the path for fear she will leave me. Maybe she should leave me. I failed her. I’ll never forgive myself for this.

“She’s afraid she’ll get fired,” I mutter.

“That’s not going to happen, Spike.” Blade states without hesitation.

I jerk my gaze to him. “How the fuck can you know that?”

He draws in a deep breath and holds my gaze. “I just do.”

I stare at him. He’s making no sense.

“Trust me.”

“Jesus, Blade. That’s the vaguest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“And I have my reasons,” Blade responds.

I hesitate, my mind running in ten directions before an idea occurs to me. “Do they know about Eve?”

Blade stares at me, saying nothing.

I finally sigh. If her bosses are aware Eve is Little for some reason, maybe Blade is right. Perhaps they won’t care if they find out Lacy is Little. That does not mean Lacy would want them to see photographic evidence. Knowing someone has a kink preference and seeing pictures of it are two different things. I’m certain Lacy would be mortified if her bosses saw those pictures. Too mortified to ever return to work no matter what they said or even if they didn’t care. Shit, we are literally fucking in one of them.

My stomach is in knots. Part of me wants to get on the first plane to Indiana and kill those motherfuckers with my bare hands. I’m shaking from the urge. I may do so no matter what happens next. Lacy isn’t going to rest easy until both of those men can no longer threaten her.

Blade clears his throat. “The Rutherfords have money. This wasn’t a fly-by-night job. Whoever they hired to surveil Lacy was good. Good enough to have expensive long-range equipment and remain undetected.”

I draw in a deep breath. He’s right, and I hate it. “I feel emasculated.”

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