Page 66 of Dirty Love

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Wilson

Washington

She isn’t picking up her phone.

This is my own fucking fault for not paying closer attention to the tapes. For being so distracted by my plans that I forget the most important task of keeping her fucking safe.

And now she’s on a plane to Las Vegas.

I glare up at the departures board at Dulles. In another forty-five minutes, so will I, but how the hell do I tell her she needs to leave after that look on her face when Best’s wife invited her to have a girls’ trip?

Another reason I shouldn’t have kept this from my partners. Cole could have introduced Tabitha to Hailey.

Women need that kind of thing.

I was so obsessed with having her all to myself that I missed that basic point. And now she’s going to be right in the eye of the storm.

“What is it?” Jason asks as he comes to a stop next to me.

“Are you done buying souvenirs?” I snap.

He laughs. “Sure. On edge, much?”

“Tabitha’s going to Vegas.”

“When?”

“Right now. She’s on Best’s private plane with his wife. They’re new-found best friends.”

“I like his wife. She’s hot.”

“Not the point.”

“I’m a red-blooded man. It’s always the point to a certain extent.” He makes a dismissive grunt and shrugs his shoulders. “Anyway. So what are you going to do about Tabitha?”

An excellent question.

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Tabitha

Las Vegas

The second I let myself into my suite, I know I’m not alone.

I take a deep breath and curl my fingers in, forming a loose fist as I stride into the living room space. “What are you doing here?”

Grant gives me a loose, sneering shrug as he lifts a glass to his mouth. “Catching up. It’s been a few days.”

“We left Portland this morning.”

“Butweflew on a regular ol’ jet plane, and you came with Victor Best’s wife.” He pins his cold gaze on me. “What’s that all about?”

“You said be nice to the man. The man didn’t show up, but his wife did, so I was nice to her. Just where exactly did I go wrong this time?”

“You’re playing at something.”

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