Page 32 of Bulletproof Love

With a scoff, I peek around the corner. “Doubtful.”

“We already have one bet going, should we make it two?”

“Only you would bring attention to your dick size when we’re in the middle of a dangerous situation.” I force myself to sound serious.

He shrugs. “You baited me and you know it.”

“Shut up, dummy. Let’s go upstairs. It looks deserted.”

He rests his palm on my lower back again. I sidestep to shove him loose. “Shouldn’t we be all over each other? You know in case we get spotted snooping around. We can say we were looking for a bedroom.”

I hate to admit it, but he kind of has a point. Sighing, I grab his arm, which is heavier than it looks, and put it over my shoulder. “There.”

Luck must be on our side, since we make it upstairs without encountering anyone. It’s actually pretty eerie to be in such a large place, knowing the other side of the house is packed with people, yet we’re alone. “Let’s hope they don’t have any cameras up here.”

“If they do, I’m sure Leon would have figured it out,” he says. We stay to the sides of the wall in the shadows. “Christ, I don’t know how Damon does this whole creeping around thing so well.”

“What do you mean?”

Jasper hesitates until I tug on his arm. “Nothing. He’s just normally our guy when it comes to stealth. Not sure if you noticed, but I tend to stand out in a crowd.”

“Wow, big ego much?”

He chuckles. “You could say that.”

We peek into a few open doors—all guest bedrooms from the look of them. It doesn’t seem like these Fairfax’s spend much time living here. The place is like a museum.

We finally reach a bedroom that looks somewhat lived in. A teenager’s room, by the looks of it. I close the door. No reason to invade their space unless we have to.

“Let’s go back downstairs. We must have missed something,” I say. The adrenaline I felt earlier is quickly wearing off.

At the bottom of the staircase, footsteps echo against the marble floors. Shit. Jasper quickly pulls me around a corner and into a coat closet, shutting the door all but an inch.

“I need you to go over last minute details. Everything is in my office.” The voice is cold and matter-of-fact. “We can’t let there be any mistakes like last year. Not with Whitaker here.”

“They’re talking about Brennan,” I whisper. It’s barely audible over my sharp breath.

Jasper puts a finger over my lips and I automatically want to bite it. How dare he shush me? I start to open my mouth when he spreads his fingers, covering my entire mouth with his hand.

“Whitaker? But I thought—” a second voice rings out, timid but just as cold.

“Do I pay you to think, Wayne? Don’t answer that. I’ve already been gone from the party long enough. Just do as I say.”

“I will.”

“You will, what?” the first man spits.

“I will, sir,” Wayne responds, like a dutiful student. What the fuck kind of power trip is that asshole on? I can’t say I have sympathy for Wayne. I’m sure he’s the worst kind of person.

“Move your hand,” I say, my voice muffled.

“Patience,” he croons in my ear. Damn him. I’m adding this to the list of things he’ll get punished for.

We wait for their footsteps to fade and finally Jasper moves his hand from my mouth, trailing it down the front of my neck. “You mother?—”

He interrupts me. “Motherfucker, I know. Kick my ass later. Right now we have to find our new friend Wayne.”

“But…” I trail off, trying to come up with a reason to argue his plan. Something other than it’s not safe. I knew none of this would be safe, yet I came anyway.

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