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“Baby girl,” he breathes. “The only damn house I want is the one you’re in so how about we take this shitty situation and use it as an opportunity to start over and build our home, together.”

“You’re amazing.”

He grins. “I know.”

“Oh my God. You just ruined the moment,” I say, rolling my eyes as I push him away from me and he laughs as he pulls me back into his body and presses his lips to mine. Moaning, I melt against him as my eyes close but he pulls away too soon.

“Are you ready to get out of bed and go talk to Streak?”

My heart skips a beat. “Has he found anything?”

“Only one way to find out, angel. And we should do it soon since I need to go soon.”

“Okay,” I sigh, nodding. I’m not sure that I’m ready to find out any information that Streak may have uncovered but it’s time to face this thing head on. After the car accident, I assumed it was just that - an accident - but after being shot at and almost burning to death in a fire, I have to admit that something more is going on here.

After we get dressed, Sawyer takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to Streak’s room, or as Sawyer called it, his lair before he knocks.

“What?” a voice yells from behind the door and Sawyer rolls his eyes.

“Get your ass up and come talk to us.”

Something slams against the door and I jump. “Fucking make me.”

“He’s not a morning person,” Sawyer says with a grin as he opens the door. Marching into the room, he grabs a cup full of water off the desk and holds it over the half naked body on the bed. “Last chance before I dump this on you, fucker.”

“Asshole,” he growls, peeking open his eye before turning to me and sighing. “Fine. I’m getting up.”

I stare at the floor as he stands up in a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. He scoops a pair of jeans off of the floor and pulls them on before walking across the room and plopping down in the chair in front of his desk.

“You can’t put a shirt on in front of my lady?” Sawyer snaps and Streak’s eyes flick to me.

“Why? She been living in a cult and never seen a man’s chest before?”

Sawyer shakes his head. “I’m gonna kick your ass once you’re fully awake.”

“Bring it, pussy,” he snaps, wiggling his mouse to wake his computer up. “Now, you want to hear what I found or not?”

I nod. “Please.”

“Ooh, manners… I like it,” he says, flashing me a cocky grin and I can’t help but giggle. “But unfortunately, I haven’t found much of anything yet. Gavin is broke as shit but it’s not like he benefits from your death so I can’t see why he would hurt you.”

Something nags at me and I scowl, trying to pin it down but it’s like each time I get close, the wind picks up and blows it away from me again. Why? Why did that statement impact me?

“Something wrong?” Streak asks and Sawyer turns to me.

“Baby?”

I shake my head. “Something about what you said… It triggered… something but I don’t know what it is…”

“Okay,” Streak says, nodding as he studies my face. “I’ll keep digging then and get back to y’all.”

Sawyer nods and takes my hand before leading me out of Streak’s room. We walk back to his room and he sighs as he pulls me into his arms.

“It’s about time for me to go. Are you going to be okay?”

I nod. “I’m good, baby. Go run your errand and don’t worry about me. I’m safe here.”

“Okay,” he sighs but he doesn’t release me. I laugh and swat at his chest.