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“With the phone? I know. I’m not sure who the hell is texting her.”

“Maybe we should take it,” War says with a shrug.

“We can’t just take her phone. We have to give her some freedom.” He nods, knowing I’m right. I’m not the type of guy either who would take away her phone. War, on the other hand, would have no problem doing just that.

We all walk back to the car and pack it up before walking down the little boardwalk and finding a place to eat. Once we’re seated, Arya glances around like she’s nervous.

“You okay?” Harlon asks her.

“Yeah. Just taking it all in before we leave. I’ve never been here before,” Ayra says, plastering a smile on her face, but I know there’s something else bothering her. I just don’t know what.

“You like seafood?” War asks her.

“I don’t know. I’ve never really tried anything aside from fish, and I love fish.”

“So you’re going to try something new today?” I ask her.

“Yeah, I am. What do you guys get?” she asks as we open the menus and start browsing.

“Fuck this, I’m getting the platter,” War announces.

“What is that?” Arya asks, leaning over so she can look at his menu.

“It has a little of everything. You should get that,” he encourages her. She smiles up at him and I can see just how much she really does care about us.

And God fucking help us all, but I think the three of us are falling for this girl.

Chapter 27

Warren

We’ve been everywhere the last two months. And I mean everywhere. We’ve been to New York, Chicago, and back to Miami. It’s been crazy, but it’s also been fun. Especially having Arya and Sasha with us. The girls get along great, and I think Arya is good for Sasha to be around. It gives her someone to look up to.

Life has been good to us. At least so far. I’m sitting at the table in the dining room looking at the work Arya has done on the websites, and I’m fucking impressed.

“What’s that?” Harlon asks as he comes into the room, nodding toward the computer.

“The work Arya’s done on dad’s websites. The girl has skills,” I tell him.

“We knew that. They do look amazing, though,” he says, standing over the back of my chair and looking too. Our phones ping at the same time, and we both slide them out to see what’s happening.

“Where the hell is she going?” Harlon mouths as we watch the little dot that’s Arya moving across the screen. Yeah, we put a tracker on her phone without her knowing.

“She’s leaving. Where would she be going?” Harlon dials her number, and she answers quickly. He asks her where she is, and she lies and says she is with Tracy at her house. Harlon hangs up, and we both move at the same time, hollering for Denz as we go.

“What’s wrong?”

“Arya’s going somewhere,” I tell him as we walk out the front door and climb into the SUV.

“What do you mean?”

“She lied to Har and said she was at Tracy’s. GPS says otherwise. She’s driving,” I tell him as Harlon pulls out of the driveway. He speeds through the streets and tries to catch up to her. When we spot her car, he stays far enough back that she won’t see us.

“Where do you think she’s going?” I ask.

“Hard to say,” Denz adds as we all watch the car. She takes a turn off the next exit and we follow behind her. The sun is going down, and it’s getting dark, which pisses me off. She shouldn’t be out this late by herself. I guess, technically, she isn’t by herself since we’re following her.

“Right there,” Denz says as she turns once more. We follow at a good distance when she pulls into a neighborhood and parks on the side of the road. She leaves her headlights on as she climbs out. Harlon kills our headlights and pulls as close as we can get so that she doesn’t see us, but we can see her.

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