“So you want us to stake out the place for a few days,” Dylan concluded.
“Basically. If possible, without putting yourselves in danger, to hang up some wireless hidden cameras,” Slash said. “But since it’s several hours away and this will need to go on for a few days at least, I figured I’d put everyone up in a local hotel.”
“Sounds good to me.”
She sounded eager as fuck to get out of town. Forgetting, of course, that I had every intention of going with her.
“I’m short on men who are willing to leave their women and kids for any length of time,” Slash said. “So you’re going to have Saint, Syn, and Colter with you.”
“I still say I’m healed enough to go,” Raff grumbled from the couch.
He was doing better.
He wasn’t as pale.
His leg was looking good.
He was barely taking pain medication anymore.
But he had to take it easy.
And everyone knew that having someone injured on a mission was taking a lot of risk. Too much risk when we had Dylan to protect. Whether she liked that or not.
While I hadn’t gotten much of a chance to see Saint or Syn in action, I understood that their previous life had involved a lot of danger. And, clearly, they’d managed to handle themselves.
“Fine,” Dylan said, biting the words off. She pointedly refused to look in my direction as her arms crossed. “When do we leave?”
“If you have no other plans, I figured the sooner, the better.”
“We can leave right now if you want,” Dylan said.
“Well, we need to book the rooms first. But probably tomorrow.”
“Great. Let me know. I’m heading out.”
She grabbed Sugar’s leash and was gone before anyone could say anything else. And since it was still the middle of the day, I went ahead and let her have her space.
“What’d you do?” Raff asked as soon as she was gone.
“Nothing.”
There must have been a false note, though, because Slash leveled a look at me that said he wasn’t going to let it go until he got an answer.
So I gave him one.
Just not the full one.
“She didn’t love that I attacked her motel neighbor when he didn’t want to take ‘fuck off’ as an answer,” I admitted.
I’d felt that kind of rage exactly once before in my life.
Back when I realized the two people I trusted most in the world had been breaking that trust behind my back for months.
That rage had distinct sensations I’d never experienced before—or since—until the night before.
The way my vision went fuzzy around the edges.
How my saliva tasted and burned like battery acid.
