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“You didn’t hear shit,” he grits.

“We heard enough.”

I put my fingers back to the screen.

Me – That’s good, because I’m starving.

Evita – OMG.

Me – You’re screaming again. I do like that. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.

“Micah,” Brax calls for me.

“Chill out over there, Latin lover. I’m not telling you shit.”

“No, look. They showed.”

My head pops up and I grab the binoculars off the dash. “They sure fucking did. One of them better know who the contract killer is.”

“What do you want to do?”

“They murdered someone, and I want to question them. We’ll wait for backup and pick them up.”

I call it in on the radio.

But we don’t have time to sit and wait.

I point to the house. “Fuck. Look at that.”

Brax puts the car in drive and hits the gas. “Looks like we’re on our own.”

16

PAVE THE WAY

Evie

“This is what you’re going to do. You’re going to get in that shower and shave yourself from your chin to your big toes. Do you understand what I’m saying? Bare, Evie. That’s what a real man likes, not that you’d know since you married a blood-sucking, murdering pussy. I haven’t even laid eyes on this gun-toting mountain of a man, but I like him already because his name isn’t Jeff-fucking-Michaels.”

I take the razor she shoves at me and stumble back a step when she gives my shoulders a shove. “I don’t know, Cadence.”

She narrows her eyes on me and puts her hands on her hips. “Look, you know I love you—”

I’m offended and interrupt, “Why does that sound like it’s going to be followed up with a but?”

“Because it is. I love you,butyou were boring as hell in college. So straight-laced, I doubt you veered two inches off your goodie-two shoes, kill-me-now yawn of a life. Have you ever had a one-night stand?”

I cross my arms. “Maybe.”

“Bullshit. That man wants you, and you’re going to take advantage of it. If he’s not a maniac in bed, you can move on and call it a basic life experience that you should’ve had fifteen years ago and you’re just catching up on shit. But if he is a maniac…” She takes a step back and gives me a curtsy. “You’re welcome. You’ll owe me for life.”

“I don’t know. Last night I was ready. I was emotional and we shared things—important things. It felt right. But I’ve had all day to think. Overthink … everything. This could be a really bad idea. I mean, I’m a doctor. What if he has an STD?”

“Condom.”

“You can catch something even with a condom. Did you not pay attention to anything in health class?”

She rolls her eyes. “Then be awkward and ask him. Blame it on being a healthcare professional.”

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