Page 55 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

She blinked and stared at him. “Why didn’t you respond to any of my texts?”

“You texted me?”

“Oh, for shit’s sake. Are you serious? I have blisters on my fingers from as many times as I texted you. Check your phone.”

“I was busy.”

“So, you did get them.”

She rolled her eyes when he said, “I didn’t have time to respond.”

She shouldn’t have given him the benefit of the doubt. Hewasa dick.

Now he just needed to remain that way so he’d be easier to resist.

“I know taking thirty seconds out of your day to text me back will throw off your whole schedule.”

“Funny.”

“You hear me laughing?”

“You never answered me about where you’re going.”

Just like you never answered my texts.“I wanted to head to Hawg Wild to scope it out. Since you’re only giving me one buy to prove myself, I figured I’d try there since you haven’t documented any sales out of that location.”

“We haven’t tried to make buys there because they just bought it. Fletch and Wilder hung out there a bit but it was before it was in the Demons’ hands. We don’t know yet if they’re selling out of there or not.”

“Then, that’s a perfect place for me to see if they are and what I can do.”

He stared at her.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’m going up to grab the key. Since you’re heading up there, too, can you grab me a few federal bucks in case I get the opportunity to score?”

He grumbled something she didn’t catch.

Whatever.Let him grouse. Tonight’s plan was set and she was sticking to it, whether he liked it or not. She wasn’t going to spend another night fighting off sleep in a dark strip mall to only watch a lanky biker collect coins out of washing machines.

As she began to head up the stairs, her heart did the two-step when he roared, “You’re going dressed like that?”

Hejustnoticed what she was wearing? The area wasn’t really well lit, but still…

“Well, yeah.” She soldiered on with hiking up the steps.

Earlier in the afternoon she had hit a consignment clothing store and bought what she thought biker women—like ol’ ladies—would wear.

“No,” he barked, following her up.

No?She rolled her eyes. “I want to fit in. I can’t show up in a T-shirt and sweatpants.”

She had found a perfect denim mini skirt, a black off-the-shoulder sweater that had an open weave so the black lacy bralette she wore underneath could be seen.

She had applied her makeup on thicker than normal. Her black eyeliner was over the top, as well as her dark eyeshadow.

Basically, she was dressed as if she was heading to a rock concert back in the nineties. She also lucked out when she found black, heeled knee-high boots to finish off the badass look.

“You need to go home and change.”

Admittedly, the skirt wasextremelyshort—like one wrong move and she’d be flashing her goodies—and the deep-V bralette showed a bit of cleavage—not that she had a lot—but it would attract attention and that was what she strived for.

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