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No words were needed.
Beau extended his hand, and I hesitated for a second before taking it, shaking firmly. His grip was strong, steady, and when he let go, I found myself smiling—just a small, brief smile, but it was real.
“Good work, partner,” I said, my voice teasing but sincere.
He gave a curt nod, his lips twitching into something that might have been a smile. “You too – I didn’t hate it. You’re not so bad.”
“For a woman.” I smirked.
“For a Gomez.” He snorted.
We stood there for a moment longer, watching as his men cleaned up the mess, gathering the weapons and bodies left behind. Mine joining in when I ordered them to do so and hurrying to get the cleanup done. Beau called in one of his legit cleaner crews, and within the hour the entire place was spotless.
No bodies. No blood. No evidence.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said, turning toward the cars and shouting at my men. “You can all go celebrate on me!”
Beau didn’t say anything, but as I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me, watching with that quiet intensity he always carried.
We weren’t friends. We didn’t need to be. But now we had something close to an understanding. A partnership. And in our world, that was enough.
Chapter Ten
The moment I stepped into the hotel’s gym steam room, the thick, damp air wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, almost as good as a hug from one of my men. I shut the door behind me and the warmth hit me instantly, sinking into my bones and easing the tension I hadn’t realized I’d been holding onto. Okay, that was a lie. It was tension that I was pretending not to hold on to because I didn’t want to worry anyone. Which was difficult, seeing as I was not alone in the room and the people present were far too good at knowing I was stressed hard enough to turn gray for real, not with dye.
“Hey, Mish. Looks like we caught ourselves a wild Sapphire.” Price’s voice cut through the air as he doused a tray of hot stones with more water, dressed in nothing but a towel around his waist.
The soft hiss of the steam filled the room, rising in gentle clouds from both the stones, and the smooth tiles lining the walls and floors. It smelled faintly of eucalyptus, crisp and sharp, cutting through the heavy humidity and making the air feel clean despite the heat. My nose tickled from the smell, but it wasn’t bad. It was almost… peaceful.
“Hey,papi. I thought you were gonna go in the hot tub? Not sit in the dark with just Misha.”
The room itself was dimly lit, the steam creating an almost mystical haze around everything. I could see Misha lounging on the wooden bench along the far wall, his head tipped back against the wall, eyes closed. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and droplets of moisture collected on his skin, gleaming in the low light. He looked…relaxed, for once. Completely at ease.
He also only wore a towel, but it was a little messy and loose around his waist.
Almost like it had been recently undone.
I felt the heat seep deeper into my muscles as I crossed the room; the floor cool underfoot despite the heat.
“We were going to, but then we saw this room was all empty, so…” Price snickered a laugh as I sat down on the bench opposite Misha.
The wood felt softer than expected against my skin, and I let out a small sigh.
Misha cracked one eye open, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s not so empty anymore, though, is it?” His voice was low, teasing.
I smirked, settling back, my skin already glistening from the moisture in the air.
“I am here to entertain and find a way to make myself relax. If you want to do something fun, then you tell me.” I almost yawned.
We were only taking a break after our delicious Kody made breakfast, to wait for Misha’s computers to find anything else we could use, and for Beau to call me back once he’d visited the airstrip. Ideally, he would let me know he had Cassie’s decapitated head in a box, waiting for me to collect. But I doubted I would be that lucky.
Either way, it meant I had free time. A long and hopefully fun stretch of time.
Price chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a strange flutter through my chest as he took a seat next to me, and pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest.
“I have a few suggestions that could be relaxing. Or stressful if the door opens up again.” He said.
Despite the mild danger of being interrupted, I shrugged, enjoying the way the heat was making my limbs feel heavy, my mind drifting off to orgasms and fun that was long overdue.
