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I search under Sawyer's sink for an unopened toothbrush or razor. I don’t find one but I do find a pack of hair ties. I toss it back with disgust.
“We keep her with us.”
I freeze. The stuff under the sink goes out of focus. Oh, this has gone way farther than I originally thought.
“Miles,” I grit. “You called me and asked me to get rid of her.”
“I called because Sawyer was out of control.”
“And he’s not now?” I slam the doors closed and straighten. “Is he or is he not running around with this liability, playing a stupid game of hide and seek? Instead of killing her?”
Miles bites his lip. “I’m just saying there are multiple solutions.”
I step up into Miles’ face. He doesn’t back down. His green eyes stare into my own. “What? Do you think she’ll fall in love with you? Be your little girlfriend and keep all our secrets?” I lean in closer.
A muscle along Miles’ sharp jawline ticks.
I whisper, “You think that Stockholm won’t wear off and we’ll all live happily ever after? What happens when she gets pissed at you, Miles? When she remembers how she got here? All it takes is you loading the dishwasher wrong and all of us land in prison for the rest of our lives. Is that what you want?”
He winces. “No. That’s not what I want.”
“Good.” I straighten. “I was starting to get worried that you dropped everything for this one girl.”
He doesn’t say anything. And I don’t like that.
I growl, “Now, show me where my fucking toothbrush is. I have to go beat some sense into Sawyer.”
Chapter 33
Miles
Ishoot a text off to Sawyer.
Ryder isn’t on board.
He doesn’t respond.
Change of plans, you might want to call him.
Both texts come back as undeliverable.
“Fuck.” I grip my phone tightly. Fucker must have turned his phone off. Ryder wants her gone.
Even the thought of that makes me sick. This isn’t right. We fucked up, and now she’s paying for it.
Ryder walks past me. He tucks a gun into his waistband. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 34
Cali
“Here we are,” Sawyer says.
“Where?” I stop and look around. It’s completely dark now, and I’m struggling to make out the shapes in the fields.
“Our five-star hotel.” Sawyer motions to the right. I can barely see the shape of what looks like an old farmhouse in a clump of trees.
I follow Sawyer as he goes off-road. The ground is uneven, and with my next step, I drop down violently to the right.
