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We were inevitable.

I belonged to him and he belonged to me.

Nothing would ever change that.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Ruby

Going to the bedroom door, I listened for the shower. The water was still running, which meant Neco was still in there. We needed to talk. It’d been two days, and I wanted to know what information he’d gotten from Tomas in exchange for the job he’d done. Like you’d shared what you knew with him? But the time never felt right. My guilt levels reached an uncomfortable peak, but I shoved them aside. After seeing Neco in the condition he’d been in at the agency two days ago, after doing Tomas’s dirty work, the quiet contemplative mood he’d been in since, I was more determined than ever to do this myself. I needed to get to these assholes first. I knew without doubt if he found the people behind the cameras, and more than likely Scott’s murder, he would kill them. More blood on his hands, and I’d be the cause. I couldn’t let him carry that weight for the rest of his life; I wouldn’t. If I found these people first, I could call in the cops, before Neco could get involved. It was the best solution I could come up with.

I sent a quick text to Harry that I might a little late, that I’d hopefully have something else to help with the case when I got there.

“What’re you doing?”

I startled and spun to face Neco. “Huh?”

He was watching me closely, eyes dropping to the phone in my hands. “Who’s texting you?”

I shoved the phone in my pocket. “Lulu,” I kind of lied. “She wanted to maybe get together for lunch later.” She had messaged me earlier. So really it wasn’t a lie; I was omitting information. Big difference, right?

He pulled off his towel and started drying himself. My breath caught in my throat. I’d had him inside me less than an hour ago, and I wanted him again already. I don’t think I’d ever get used to how beautiful he was.

He smirked at me, reading my thoughts easily. “You going to Lulu’s?”

“Yeah.” I let my gaze trail over his abs. Damn.

“You need to stop looking at me like that or I’m gonna have to throw you on the bed and fuck you. Not usually a problem, but we both need to get to work.”

I walked up to him, dropping my forehead to his chest. “You sure we can’t be late?” As awful as it was seeing Neco in that state a couple days ago was, things between us had kind of evened out. No, neither one of us had budged on what we wanted, and okay . . . I was technically sneaking around behind his back, but this was the longest time we’d gone without some kind of disagreement. It was a record for us.

He made a rough sound. “Unfortunately, yeah. Need to meet a guy; he’s got some information on a case we’re working. This could be my only shot to talk to him.” He reached down and grabbed my ass, giving it a squeeze. “Hold that thought, though, babe.”

I returned the gesture, squeezing his firm butt. “You’ve turned me into a nymphomaniac. Honestly, I can’t imagine the thought ever leaving my head.”

He burst out laughing, and I leaned back to watch. The man was beautiful, always, but when he laughed, he was exquisite.

He dropped a kiss to the top of my head then quickly dressed, and we headed out a few minutes later.

We hit the parking garage, but I couldn’t bring myself to question him. I didn’t want to destroy his good mood. Neco had shared everything else with me. If Tomas had given him the information he’d asked for, I had to assume he would have told me.

I spent the morning working on a missing persons case with Harry then headed to Lulu’s for lunch.

When I got there, she had sushi waiting for me.

I plopped down on the couch and she handed me a plate. “God, this looks amazing. I’m freaking starving.”

“I aim to please.” She plonked down beside me. “How’s the new job?”

“I really like it, Lulu.” I turned to her. “It feels good, to finally be doing what I’ve wanted for so long.”

“They miss you at Kings. Hunter complains nearly every day about you not being there anymore. He misses you.”

“I’m not surprised, I knew they’d be hopeless without me.” I missed them, too.

Lulu handed me a drink. She had enough food for a small army. Josh was on the floor, eating a sandwich and surrounded by his favorite cars, cartoons playing on the TV.

I’d just relaxed back when Lulu said, “Right, spill.”