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Yes, I’d be up for that.

Cam shook her head and moved closer to me. “Let’s just wait until we get into the room. I don’t want us to be interrupted.”

Fucking Cam…killjoy.

We got off on our floor and Cam fished the room key from her purse before opening the door into…a lot of fucking people in police gear.

“Hands on your head!” They yelled and I instinctively brought mine up.

Oh, fuck.

I was so screwed. I was going to get hit with solicitation, at the least. If they ran a tox screen on me, then I’d be looking at possession and influence charges as well.

Goddammit.

My entire career was about to go down the shitter and it was all Lauren’s fault. So, maybe she hadn’t led my dick to hire a hooker, but she broke my goddamn heart. Surely, she had to take some responsibility for the aftermath.

The officers led a dazed Luciana out of the room and downstairs, while the others continued patting me and Cam down.

“Nice work, Detectives,” Masterson grinned. “We busted her john outside and thanks to Mike’s seemingly pointless questions, we might have enough to get the other girls off the street as well.”

This was a fucking sting operation?

Had I known that all along?

Was I even really married to Cam?

I nodded slowly as Cam pulled the wire from the inside of her dress. “Fuck, Sullivan. I thought you were gonna blow our cover when you stuck your hand down my dress. Way to make her john feel comfortable though.”

I was starting to suspect that I wasn’t married.

And I was really starting to suspect that I’d been moved from CAP to Vice.

Fuck me.

Cam gave me a breathless grin as the officers moved around the room. “We did it, Slick. You are good—even had me going there for a bit. That’s why you’re the best when it comes to undercover.”

My dick gave a painful lurch, reminding me that I’d gotten nothing in this little exchange. “What are you doing after this?”

Her smile faltered. “You mean after the paperwork? I don’t know—I’ve been living and breathing this case for the past few months. I don’t know what to do with myself now.”

“Have a drink with me. Let’s celebrate.”

Her eyes lit up at my suggestion and I wondered how many drinks it would take before she and Lauren were indistinguishable.

“Sure.”

My chest tightened and I briefly considered the possibility that I was dying.

It wouldn’t have been the worst thing.

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” I slurred against Cam’s ear. The department had rented the room for the night—it’d have been a shame to let it go to waste.

“You have? I thought you were seeing someone.” Her cheeks were pink, in spite of her words.

“It didn’t work out—I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

Lie.

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