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“Right.” I glanced around looking for any further clues about what was going on and what Tash had already taken care of. When I didn’t really see anything that jumped out at me, I was forced to ask again. “What else is happening?”

“As I said, your parents are on the way and temporary arrangements have been made. Your father has already managed to speak to the press about you. He even managed a secondary phone interview before the feds were smart enough to get him free of communication devices. Dane called in and said that the former Senator was now in the hands of the U.S. Marshals at an undisclosed location without communication devices.”

I shook my head. “I can’t believe they let him out of their site long enough to potentially fuck up any help he would be on their cases.”

“He was supposed to keep his mouth quiet. I don’t think they were going to sink him into WITSEC. It’s looking like they might have to try now.”

I laughed again. “There’s no way a man like him can be hidden in plain sight.”

Tash shrugged. “That part really isn’t our problem. No matter what they do with him, we’ll be keeping tabs.”

“He should be buried in a hole so deep he can never be found again,” I muttered.

“I don’t disagree.”

“You’re awful quiet,” I told Quickshot. His lips were pulled tight around his teeth as he wore a grim countenance. “You know you don’t have to filter your opinions around me.” It was a reminder, but one that it looked as though he needed.

“You should prepare yourself. If he’s ratting out other high-profile people involved in the ring, then he’s signed his own death certificate.”

“I know. What can I say to that? He deserves everything that’s coming to him. What he should never be allowed to have is his freedom.” Tash stepped a little closer and put a hand gently on my lower arm to get my attention again.

“We couldn’t get in touch with your sister. I have people looking though.”

“I got the feeling she already had an escape plan at the ready. Keep checking, and we can monitor from a distance to make sure she stays safe.”

I took Quickshot’s hand and pulled him toward the elevator. “Come on, we’re going to take a nap until my mom arrives.”

“Nap, huh?” He teased just as my jaw cracked in the middle of a yawn. “Okay, not a euphemism then.” His chuckle warmed my heart as his body wrapped around mine from behind warmed my soul. I wasn’t the type of girl who couldn’t take care of herself, but once in a while, it felt good to know someone else was looking out for me.

~*~

I woke up a little more than an hour later with Quickshot’s body pressed against my own and his arms wrapped around me. I wasn’t certain what had woken me, because I was having the best dream and there’s no way I’d willingly want to move since I was so cozy.

“Who the fuck is Mike Dodson?” Quickshot’s grumbled question wasn’t meant for me. He was talking to himself, but I knew that name and quickly turned over to see my cell in his hands.

“What are you doing with my phone?”

“A text came through and I didn’t want to wake you if it wasn’t Tash letting you know your mom had arrived.”

“Give it,” I demanded with my hand out.

He shook his head, and this time asked me the question directly. “Who is Mike Dodson?”

I rolled my eyes. “Are you seriously stepping into the jealous boyfriend shoes this early?” I was teasing and not really teasing all at the same time.

“Well, I wouldn’t have questioned it, but the asshole said: ‘tour’s over, let’s fuck’ and now I’m wondering who the hell this dick is.”

“Shit! Seriously?” I grabbed my phone and that time he let it go. I glanced down and sure enough, the message said exactly that. My fingers flew over the keys.

Keys: Are you fucking kidding me with that message?

Mike: Like that, huh? ??

Keys: You know who didn’t like it? My boyfriend!

Mike: If you don’t want to fuck, just say so. No need to lie.

“Who the hell is this guy?” Quickshot asked again.

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