I feel him swimming us back to the edge, and I look up into his eyes.
“Missed you,” he whispers with a grin.
I kiss him, hearing him hiss because his lip’s split, but when I pull back, his hand cradles the back of my head, keeping me in place.
We sigh into each other, savoring the moment.
But it’s over too fast, because we’re still in danger. He pushes me up onto the dock first before I turn and lie on my stomach, reaching down to help him out as well.
Water’s dripping from us, pooling around our feet, and my clothes feel too heavy as we stand silently, the euphoria of our reunion wearing off.
“We have to get out of here,” I whisper.
He starts to say something, but there’s a creak outside, coming from the side of the building.
Shit.
I bring my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet, but he’s already looking around for another way out. Except there’s only the door.
And that’s half opened, still swaying from bouncing off the wall. Another creak. Someone’s coming.
Our fifteen minutes are up.
I come close to Chase’s ear and whisper, “We need to get to the car. Goldie was hurt, but I think Noah will be waiting for us there. It’s Remus, Chase ... he’s the one—”
Chase grabs my face, turning his quickly to stare into my eyes. “No ... baby, it’s not. Evie ...”
But before he can finish his sentence, the door slams against the wall, and a set of familiar eyes walks through the door.
Followed by another.
My own eyes are saucers, and it feels like the wind’s been knocked out of my tired lungs. “What ... what are you doing?”
Derek and Devin stand together, smiling before they exchange a glance, Derek taking the lead.
“Surprise, Evie. Betcha didn’t see that coming.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Evie
I can hear myself breathing because, no, I didn’t see that coming.
Chase squeezes my hand, centering me, and I give him a squeeze back.
“She’s shocked,” Devin says, putting his chin on his brother’s shoulder as they both stare at me.
My mind is working overtime because I don’t understand ... What are they doing here? How ...
“She is,” Derek answers. “What a moment.” He breaks out into applause, extending his hands as if it’s for me.
“What’s happening?” I rush out, trying to process what I’m seeing.
Chase starts to speak, but Devin holds up a gun around his brother’s arm and points it at him.
“Shh, this ishermoment. No cheating and feeding her lines. You already know the plot.”
Fuck.He shot Goldie. How are my Double D’s the people who set us up? Because clearly they have.
