And yes, we all know it.
Aspen shushes me. “We pretend they don’t exist.”
Wanna know what really pissed me off today?
My friends put three security officers on me and just one on Sloane.
The best on Sloane, but still only one.
I could’ve guarded her myself.
And don’t tell me security was here for Cash and Aspen. We’re secluded. No one knows to look for them here. Even if they did, Cash usually only travels with one security person. Two when he’s in more crowded areas.
Not three.
Which means it’s possible they’re guarding me from myself.
My phone dings, and I glance down to see a confirmation that the locks have been set at the museum.
Final worker of the day has left the building.
And they left one particular light on inside.
A light shining right over a new map that’s been put out.
A fake map, naturally.
Haven’t been working on this, knowing Dixon was also looking for it, without putting some tricks of my own in motion.
And now the trap’s set if he’s around and wants more than what he did or didn’t find in Thorny Rock’s old coat.
Sloane’s phone dings too.
She pulls it out, looks at the screen, and heaves the heaviest sigh I’ve heard in weeks.
I look at Cash.
He ignores me and takes a seat on a log at the fire pit. “Someone bothering you?” he asks Sloane.
“Old friend,” she mutters.
Old friend.
Got a guess or two who that might be.
I drop next to her on the log she’s sitting on, take her phone from her hand, switch to the camera, lift it, and when she looks at it, I kiss her cheek and snap a photo.
Her hand lands on my thigh and squeezes as she sucks in a breath.
I check the photo.
And it pisses me off too.
Because I lifted a camera and she automatically smiled.
No chance she’s actually happy, but she performed for the camera like she is, and the damn picture looks perfect.
“Send it to him,” I murmur.
