“And you don’t have anything to worry about with Wyatt. He’s clean. Or, as clean as he can be.”
Sliding my hand through my hair, I slumped back against the counter. I was fucking tired, barely able to sleep a wink after what happened last night. Every time I started to doze, I thought of Austin catching her at my house and what he would do.
“Something has to give, man. I can’t be on her indefinitely.”
“I know. I’m working on something, and if it goes right, it’ll get him off me for good.”
“Prison or death?”
“I wish it was death,” I huffed. “But Mav made it perfectly clearthat if anything happened to Austin, it would come back on my family, and his hands would be tied.”
“Prick,” Archer muttered.
“Mav will do what he can for me, but there’s only so much he can get away with before he’d lose his badge.”
“Well, let me know when you come up with a plan. I gotta say, this isn’t exactly my dream job.”
“I’ll pay you for it. I swear.”
He shook his head, opening the door. “Didn’t do it for the money. Besides, from what I hear, your family has enough going on right now without this.”
I stepped out, glancing back one last time at Bailey, who was still sleeping peacefully in bed.
“I’ve got this. Now get out of here.”
I was about to go kiss her goodbye when I realized what a horrible mistake that would be.
“You’re lucky you didn’t fuck her,” I muttered.
“Don’t worry. She’s not my type.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Single and willing to spread her legs.”
Rolling my eyes, I yanked open the door. “You’re disgusting.”
“And be glad of it, otherwise, last night would have turned out a lot differently.”
He shut the door in my face, which only further pissed me off because he was still in the room with her.
Pulling out my phone, I dialed Mav. “I have a plan. It’s time to get this fucker out of my life.”
32
BAILEY
Groaning,I rolled over and blocked the sun shining in through the curtains of the motel room.
Motel.
I shot up in bed, then yanked the covers up to cover my breasts. “What the fuck?”
“Need some coffee?”
Spreading the hair from in front of my face, I peeked through the thick curtain of waves and winced at the sight of Archer sitting casually in the creaky chair next to the cheap round table.
Oh. My. God.
