Page 118 of Hidden Echoes

Mia:No promises.

What the hell did Mia and Hunter do in Los Angeles?

My blood boils.

"Relax, we're friends. My wife loves Mia,” Hunter says noticing my face.

"He thinks Mia works with the Cartel," Charlie says.

My heart stops.

"Mia is not a spy."

"Can you prove it?"

I know I can trust her.

Hunter smiles.

"If it were my wife, I’d be demanding to know what the hell Laura wants from her."

And I will.

If Mia has enemies in the past, I will deal with them.

Nobody touches her.

Hunter stares at me for a moment, gauging my reaction. He still has that carefree smile on his lips, but I see his eyes studying me carefully, trying to figure out how far he can poke me without getting punched in the face.

"You don't sound happy about that information, Zane." His voice is casual, but there's a hint of amusement in it.

I cross my arms, gritting my teeth.

"I see no reason to be."

"So you really didn't know your wife was updating Livia about everything that they have a little friendship going on?"

I clench my jaw.

"What Mia and Livia do is none of my business. But yes, I did know."

I just didn’t knowwho Livia was.

And I’m not sure if Mia’s knows it too.

Hunter chuckles softly.

"Hm." He slides his finger across the phone screen and turns the device toward me again.

Now it's a photo. Not of Mia, but of a half-empty martini glass, a lighter, and a woman's purse on a luxurious counter. The caption reads "Paris. Finally a place where I don't have to see my husband's face."

I know it wasn't Mia who posted it, but her response is below:

Mia:We should do this more often. The LA bonfire is still the best, but Paris has its charm.

I look up at Hunter, who is watching me with obvious interest.

Does he realize this says more about him than it does about Mia? After all, his wife has no problem letting the world know just how much shedespiseshim.

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