Page 18 of Don't Trust Him

Seems like Eliza is getting as worked up as I am.

There’s a fire inside us both, and I hope we can control the flames before they consume us.

Ten

Eliza

For several days, Grayson and I practically live on the phone.

I call Rafe, seeing if he knows anyone who can help us.

My eyes perk up, and I look to Grayson, wordlessly letting him know we might have something.

“Put that on speaker?” Grayson mouths, essentially asking if that’s okay.

I nod, something warm breaking inside me. It feels so natural to have Grayson in my life.

Rafe’s gravelly voice comes through the phone.

“I don’t know for sure, but rumor is someone with a connection is in town. No one’s eager to open up. Lorenzo’s cool with pooling resources for now, so see what Teague’s contacts know.”

I think how there was a time I thought about how Rafe isn’t that much older than me, how it is impossible to ignore how much other women want him, but I put the phone down on the table and touch Grayson’s hand on his coffee mug as I listen to Rafe.

“Thanks, Rafe,” I say.

Smiling, I look to Grayson. “Well, your play now. We could be done playing phone tag, if you have something?”

Grayson grins widely. Butterflies are dancing in my stomach. It’s criminal how gorgeous he is when he’s happy, even for a second. My heart aches when I think about how lonely and unhappy his life must be.

“Well?” I ask eagerly.

“He’s pretty hard to track down, but even as spooked as our cartels are about us working together, I know my buddy will talk to me. If anyone knows anything, it’ll be him,” Grayson says.

He strokes a finger over my hand now, pinning it down with his on the table while he makes the call.

One of Grayson’s contacts, Taylor, does confirm that someone with a piece of the formula is close by, working at a self-storage place in Detroit.

It’s clear that the self-storage unit is a place to launder money. The guy we’re looking for worked with our chemist friend before leaving at the same time the lab blew up. Bonita Muerte hasn’t made the connection yet but Grayson thinks that if anything, the formula or knowledge of it might be with him.

I hate places like this. They totally make my skin crawl.

To make matters worse, things aren’t intensely awkward with Grayson after he turned a human being into pink applesauce in front of me when he was there to kill me.

No, they’re awkward because we’re fighting like two little kids trying to get anything done.

It has seriously been the least smooth operation of my life and I am about ready to fucking scream if I have to go through another minute of it.

This fucking guy knows where the formula is and we need to get it from him.

“Sounds like we have things in the fucking bag,” I groan.

Grayson shoots me an angry look. “Well, we would if,” he pauses and leans closer. “You just let me watch this guy.” His hot breath on me and the sight of him is fucking with my head.

The fact that every time I look at him it stirs some deeply inappropriate sexual thoughts in me doesn’t help this situation at all.

We’ve been going back and forth on this for a ridiculous amount of time.

Grayson Teague and I may be working together now, but he couldn’t be more the enemy if someone designed him to be my opposite.

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