Page 107 of With Us

Niall’s location recon had paid off, and Gabe’s cleanliness got the job done in record time. My car was spotless, my clothes burned to nothing. Even stepping up the timeline by hours, things went flawlessly.

After my shower, I climbed into bed with an overly tired and adorable Dahlia, pulling her body close to mine.

“You okay?” she asked.

I smiled, whispering the honest truth. “Better now. You?”

“Better now,” she answered on a yawn.

The spring dug into my side as I shifted. I was sick of staying at her place, and not just because of the bed and the shitty water pressure. I wanted her in my house permanently.

I’d seen the look of panic when I’d suggested it, though.

“Pack up more stuff tomorrow,” I said, offering the compromise. “Anything you need. I want you to come stay with me for a few weeks.”

Surprising me, she nodded right away. “Okay,” she mumbled sleepily as my phone vibrated on the night stand.

Picking it up, I saw a text.

Luc:We’ve got a giant fucking problem.

My stomach dropped.

Me:What?

Luc:Too long to text.

Me:Call in two.

Carefully easing a sleeping Dahlia off me, I got into the bathroom just as Luc called.

“What happened?” I said quietly.

“Davis called.”

My dropped stomach became a bottomless pit. Davis was a detective who kept his ears open for us.

“They got an anonymous tip that led them to the senator’s house,” Luc said.

“Okay,” I said, waiting for him to continue. We’d been careful to not leave anything linking us to him.

“At a specific time. Anoriginaltime.”

Fire burned through my veins. “What?”

“They had it perfectly timed, calling in so the cops would arrive at the house when everything should’ve been going down.”

We weren’t supposed to be at Larson’s house until much later in the night. Moving the plans up had stayed between Luc and I until after we were finished. My addiction to Dahlia had gotten the better of me, making me impatient.

Like everything to do with her, it seemed to have been for the best. Otherwise, Luc and I would’ve been caught red-handed.

Literally.

“A rat?” I forced out. Betrayal slammed me in the chest.

“Looks that way. Davis didn’t have long, but he said most of them believe it’s a suicide. There was something else, but I didn’t catch it before he hung up. Tell me you grabbed a bite to eat, stopped at the store, something.”

“No, I went from Gabe’s to Dahlia’s.”

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