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“The one and only.” I let out a curse and pick up my speed to get around a few slow walkers. “Fuck. They looked cozy with each other, Mav. Like they knew each other.”

“You’re sure? Did you talk to them?” He lowers his voice, and the phone muffles for a brief second. “Fuck, Wyatt. I need you to be sure.”

“Oh, yeah, I just walked over and asked how they liked the weather.” I let out a self-deprecating laugh, picking up the pace as our building comes into view. “No, I didn’t fucking talk tothem, but I’m one hundred percent sure. Kins was wearing that same black skirt, the one with the slit in the back, and a peach blouse. He passed her something right before I left. Fuck. Hold on.”

I pull the phone away from my ear and send him the photo. It’s zoomed in and a little grainy, but you can still see it’s her.

Maverick is silent for a moment, his breathing easy while I feel like I can barely take in air. “That’s definitely her. Let’s see what IT has to say. I don’t want to jump to conclusions until we have some facts. They could have run into each other at the shop. This whole thing could be innocent. None of this sounds like Kinsley at all.”

“I really hope you’re right. I’m coming up. I’ll be right there.” I end the call but keep the phone tight in my hand as I slip into the open elevator. The ride up is quiet, a stark contrast to the thoughts running wild in my head.

Innocent or not, Brantley isn’t going to take this well. Not where Thomas is concerned. Not after he stole his fiancé right out from under his nose.

Maybe the evidence will lead us to someone else. Maybe this is all one giant misunderstanding. Maverick’s right—we do know Kinsley, and this is out of character for her.

Unless she was playing us the whole time.

If she was, we played right into her hand. She lured us in with the virgin auction, played with us like her personal toys, and then made us fall in love with her. At least, I assume the other two feel the same way I do. Or did.

Fuck, I don’t even know.

No one can be that cruel. At least, I hope not. If the computer trail leads back to her, not only did she cost us two cases, but our hearts. I can’t speak for the other guys, but I fell hard and fast for this woman. I just hope she didn’t deceive us.

As soon as the elevator door opens, I’m zipping through the lobby, and I don’t stop until I get to Mav’s office. Brantley is already there, pacing the length of it, his hand running furiously through his hair.

“There’s another article.” Maverick’s voice is flat, devoid of any emotion. “This one is about us. How we neglect our clients because we’re more concerned with spreading our secretary’s legs. There are pictures of all of us with her. Someone had to have been following us. Someone who knew exactly where and when we would be.”

My tongue is heavy, my mouth dry. “What about IT? Have they found anything?”

Brantley stops suddenly, turns around, and meets my gaze. His jaw is clenched so tight I’m surprised he still has teeth in his head. His eyes are hard, and his hands are fisted at his side. Fury is rolling off him in waves.

The floor drops out from under me, and I’m free-falling straight into my own personal hell.

“It’s her.” His voice is gruff, and he takes a deep breath, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it in a pile on the floor. “Everything goes back to her.”

Every moment I’ve spent with her flashes before my eyes. Every touch. Every whisper. Every goddamn thing I did to make sure she had everything she needed. She played us all for fools.

I fell in love with her, and she turned out to be nothing but a pretty liar.

FIFTY-TWO

Kinsley

It’squiet when I get back to the office, and I can’t help but wonder what my guys are up to. Colin’s surgery is tomorrow, and while I know they’ll be seeing plenty of me at home, this is my last day in the office for a couple weeks.

James gives me another one of his dirty looks per usual. He’s made it crystal clear he’s not my biggest fan and I couldn’t give two fucks what he thinks about me.

I’m here to do a job, and that doesn’t include going out of my way to be nice to him.

I stick my nose up in the air and walk right past him to go find the guys. They’ve been working hard today, and I brought them coffee. Only Wyatt’s office is empty. Brantley’s too. That’s odd.

After taking one last look around Brantley’s office, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything, I head to Maverick’s.

His door is closed, so I perch the coffee on one arm and knock on the door with my free hand.

“Come in.” Wyatt speaks with a cold, almost detached tone.

The hairs rise on the back of my neck, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. I missed something, and I’m not sure I want tofind out what it is. Not when every cell in my body is telling me to turn around and walk the other way.

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