Page 69 of Pretty Threats

“Alicia’s so high I doubt she’ll care how many of them there are as long as they keep feeding her coke.”

I pause, which causes my hand to tug free of his. “You think she’s high on cocaine? I wondered why she was talking so loudly. I thought she was drunk.”

Killian reaches back and grabs my arm to get me started again. I lean close to him as we walk. His shirt is freezing, and I feel guilty that he won’t take his coat back.

“Might not be cocaine, but based on the way she touched her nose and kept sucking air up in sharp sniffs, it’s something she snorts.”

“Wow,” I whisper, my frown deepening. “Her life is a mess.”

He shrugs. “She’s an adult. If she wants a different life, all she has to do is quit the one she’s living and move on.”

“That’s easier said than done for most people.”

“Yeah, they’re called kids.” He opens the passenger door. “Adults choose what they choose.”

KILLIAN

When we arrive back at the factory house, the parking lot’s empty. My partners are gone again.

As we enter, Raine says, “We have the place to ourselves, huh?”

“So it seems. Go get undressed, baby, and get in bed.”

A surprised expression crosses her face, but her pace slows only slightly as she makes her way to the back of the house.

I pause next to the kitchen island and shoot off a text to Jamie.

Killian: You working?

Jamie: No, playing. Didn’t wanna bring games home

Killian: How long do I have till ur back?

Jamie: 2 hrs or more

When War and Jamie want to play seriously dark games, they leave campus and go to Boston. So Raine being here isn’t really holding them back. It is something to think about, though. I like living in the same house with her. The bosses probably won’t go for that long-term. Too many opportunities for her to see things she shouldn’t. Maybe I need to move out and find a place for her and me.

I slide my phone into my pocket and come across Raine’s panties, which I finger with satisfaction. I can’t believe I’ve gotten her back into my life in such a big way. I should’ve kidnapped her a long time ago.

Inside my room, she’s arranging the top of the dresser. The decorative stuff is all hers. She centers the musical snow globe and runs her nail along its curve.

“Hey, do you mind if I put some of your stuff away, so it’s out of sight?” she asks, holding up a phone charger and an old video game controller.

“I don’t care. But do it later, not now.”

“Later?” she asks, separating things into different groups. This is Raine all the way. Everything belongs somewhere; she just needs to figure out where.

“Why are you still dressed? Strip.”

She thrusts out her lip in a sexy pout. “Say the magic word.”

“Clitoris?”

She tries not to, but she laughs.

I step closer, and she takes a step back.

“Not clit? How about orgasm? That’s a magic word, right?”

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