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The declaration made Gigi chuckle. “It’s been so long since we’ve done that.” There’d been hundreds, if not thousands of times over the years they’d picked up the phone at the same time the other was dialing.

Twin telepathy.

“Is everything okay? Rami is on his way there.”

“Yeah, they’re here now. I think they want a private meeting so I’m trying to stay out of the way.”

“Ah. Well, then. I’ll try to keep you anchored. So...” The last word came out on a long, suggestive singsong note. “How was last night?”

Gigi let out a loose laugh. “I hope you’ve got a few minutes.”

“Are you kidding?” Ivy squeaked. “Lemme grab a snack. I’ve got all day.”

Gigi roared and pulled her knees up to her chest as she leaned against the headboard. She wasn’t one to kiss and tell, but that sentiment didn’t really apply to one’s twin sister.

She’d share some details with Ivy, but others she’d keep close to her heart.

Until she was ready to examine them further.

CHAPTER 16

“I bet he’s on a beach somewhere,” Rami snorted.

August folded his arms across his chest and grunted. He hated that Rami was likely right, that the odds of finding Todd and getting him here fast enough were slim. Probably as slim as finding Rami’s brother, but he didn’t say that.

They’d gathered in the living room. Toth and Rami sat in a couple of chairs from the kitchen and Taschen took up the loveseat adjacent to the couch, where August sat next to Ghost.

August sized up the man he’d only heard about until now. The guy definitely had a weird vibe. Distant. His clear-gray eyes scrutinized the other men, his expression suggesting he disliked each one of them.

Rami swore by the guy. Said he was a killer marksman he’d met in the military. According to Rami, Ghost didn’t talk much about himself or the career he’d chosen after leaving the army. Apparently he was skilled and elusive as fuck.

“Do you have any ideas?” Taschen said with a smirk, looking at Ghost. “You should be able to relate to disappearing, since you’re a ghost ’n all.”

Ghost stared at Taschen unblinking. “If I was ghost you wouldn’t be talking to me, dipshit.”

“Hey, now.” Taschen held up a hand. “We’re cool. But really, Toth said you’re accustomed to flying under the radar.”

Ghost opened and closed his tatted hand. “I don’t think Todd is on the same playing field. My guess is he’s with friends or close by. I doubt he’d have the know-how to get a fake ID and passport to leave the country.”

“Then he must have a boatload of cash,” Rami mused. “He had money set aside that Gigi took months ago. If Todd had one stash, he probably had more.”

“Good point,” August said. “So where would he hide it?”

“That’s a question to ask Gigi,” Toth interjected.

August compressed his lips. He didn’t want to involve Gigi any more than he had to. She’d already gone through enough trauma. Last thing she needed to be thinking about was her ex and how they were going to find and use him. But if anyone knew about Todd’s resources, it was her.

After getting to his feet despite the pounds of reluctance trying to hold him to the couch, he made his way to Gigi’s bedroom door. A giggle sounded from the other side, and he let his hand rest on the metal handle for a fraction of a second, afraid to take away any joy she might have found in this fucked-up situation.

“Oh my god, sis, you have nooo idea.” Her suggestive laugh made him grin.

He rapped on the wood and a little gasp reached his ears.

“Call you back,” she said. Then, “One sec.”

Two beats later the door swung open. Gigi’s scent floated to him, and it took all his resolve not to storm into her room, scoop her up, and lay her on the bed.

“What’s up?”

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