“Growing up is overrated,” Zo declared, throwing back half her cocktail.
“Amen to that,” Fabi said, doing the same.
A crack of thunder echoed through the house, sending a few girls shrieking before they dissolved into laughter.
Nina glanced toward the window. “Sky’s looking rough.”
Dark clouds loomed beyond the glass, thick and heavy, promising a downpour. I vaguely remembered seeing something about a storm in the forecast.
Good thing we were close to Fabi’s mom’s house—a fifteen-minute drive, tops.
“Oh shit.” Zo froze mid-step, the excitement in her expression shifting into something sharper.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re not going to believe who’s here.”
A prickle of unease crawled up my spine.
I turned.
Across the room, a familiar pair of gray eyes locked onto mine.
CHAPTER14
ROM
I hadn’t been sure she’d show up tonight. When I saw her friend’s Instagram story earlier about them going to the Hamptons, I knew it was a long shot. But when it came to the work I did, finding the right opportunity to corner a target unexpectedly could be make or break.
Mia had probably thought the last time she’d see me would be at our meeting next week.
She was wrong.
I wasn’t ready to be done with her—not even close. She was still my best shot at getting something useful about Morales. Even if she seemed far too innocent to be involved in whatever plan he might be scheming, she was close to him. Close enough to pick up on things she might not even realize were valuable.
I wasn’t giving up that easily.
So I cancelled my plans for the day and moved fast.
It took me five minutes to find a mutual connection with Zo in the list of people she followed. Another ten to hear back from him. After I’d laid the bait, I sped down here in my car despite the fact that the weather forecast said it might rain. And I waited.
Hours of waiting.
The last thing Zo had posted was a shot of them lounging by the pool, cocktails in hand, the sun glinting off their sunglasses. That was this afternoon. Since then—nothing. No updates. No way to know if they’d actually show up at this party.
By the time I spotted them walking through the doors, my patience was running thin.
I watched and planned my next move as they made their way through the crowd. And then Mia took off that sweater, and I nearly choked on my drink.
What the fuck was she wearing?
A pulse of something sharp and territorial ran through me.
That tiny slip of a dress was practically falling off her body. Those slits sliced high up her thighs. And all that soft, brown skin was on display.
A muscle in my jaw twitched. I forced myself to take a slow, even breath.
Why did I even care? Mia Morales wasn’t mine. She was just a target.
