Page 71 of Two Sticky Nuts

“Sure you don’t want to talk about the plan now?” I say.

Logan heads to the front door and rings the bell.

I guess not.

A woman in a black suit answers the door. She has long dark hair slicked back into a ponytail.

“I’m Logan Strike. We’re here to see Miguel.”

“Right this way, sir,” she says with an appreciative gleam in her eyes as she looks Logan over.

I enter behind him. “Back off,” I whisper to her. “He’s mine. And I have the juicy, after-sex underwear to prove it.”

She makes a sour face.

I can’t even believe I just said that. But damn. This man definitely brings out the possessive female in me.

We follow her into a large living room that has a veryFantasy Islandtropical vibe with white plantation shutters, travertine floors, and rich dark wood furniture.

The woman gestures to the stark-white sofa. “Have a seat. Mr. Gusano will be with you in a minute.”

“Thank you,” says Logan, and we take a seat.

We watch her leave the room, and I bounce to my feet. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To find Carter and Sofie,” I whisper.

“We should stay here and find out what cards we can play,” Logan argues.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but now’s not the time to overthink. Let’s go find them and get the hell out of here before they shoot us.” I point toward a hallway that looks like it leads to a bigger part of the house. “Come on.”

Logan follows, and I put my glasses on. I take out my phone and start recording.

“What are you doing?” Logan asks.

“Insurance,” I say.

“You’re going to get us killed, Mila. They’ll put a bullet in both of us the second they realize what you’re doing.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”

Suddenly, I hear voices and laughter. I look at Logan and whisper, “They’re having a party?” That’s not exactly the ideal murder setup.

“I think it’s coming from outside,” Logan says.

We follow the unmistakable sounds of people having a good time. We get to a set of French doors and peek outside.

Among the tiki torches and garden lights are Carter and Sofie. Both are drinking champagne and toasting with a man who looks incredibly like Miguel Gusano.

What the hell?I open the door and go outside. Logan is right behind me.

“What the fuck, Sofie?” I say.

She turns, and her smile drops off a cliff. “Mila, you’re…here.”

“Carter, what is this?” Logan growls at his identical twin.

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