Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“Get a room,” Shanna said disgustedly as she walked in through the back door. She’d been Dev’s tail today. “You guys have two of them, like fifty steps away from where you’re making out right now.”
The reminder had Cash slowly breaking from the kiss, but Dev didn’t let him go. He kept him pressed head to toe against his love. His body tingled with unbridled desire. Feelings he’d never experienced before fluttered throughout his body.
Honestly, his concentration had been shit all day. He secretly stalked Dev’s GPS. Not to track his whereabouts but to have a sense of being closer and connected with the man.
He’d lost his mind.
“Mom called me today while you were with the girls. She’s worried and asked about you. You aren’t doing a good enough job at selling your happiness. If she picked it up, others will too.” Her no-nonsense tone sounded more in the range of a challenging sister than of professional agent. This time she spoke to Cash. “We’ve also got an emergency call with the Dallas DEA field office for an immediate update. Something happened today we need to know about.”
“Probably about that Cummings dick who got released from prison tonight,” Dev said with attitude, bucking against Cash to put some space between them. “I don’t remember a lot about him, but I think he got released years early. He’s a prospect. One of your people had to get to him. He had to have negotiated out.”
“What reason was given for his release?” Cash asked, alternating his gaze between Shanna and Dev, hoping one of them might have the answer.
“Don’t know but Keyes had a hard-on for him. He went over tonight and fucked the dickweed up. There was somethin’ about Cummings’s kid, I think. I had to lie about where I was. I don’t fuckin’ like lyin’ to Keyes.” Dev’s frustration edged up a notch with each sentence he spoke. He paced the length of the small back entry, five steps one way then five steps back. Finally, he bent and snagged his keys and phone off the floor and kept going down the hall toward the front of the building. “You got my phone call recorded. When you hear the name Holly, it’s code for Cash. I haven’t told him anything. Not even me bein’ into dick. I don’t like to fuckin’ lie to him, for fuckin’ sure.”
Dev clomped up the staircase in his heavy boots. Cash and Shanna followed at a slower pace.
Dev’s voice traveled back down to them. “I didn’t even know how bad I was at impromptu lyin’ until y’all came along. I’m a pretty fuckin’ honest guy. What the fuck? I gotta eat somethin’.” Dev’s apartment door slammed shut behind him.
Cash looked down at Shanna who stared up at Dev’s angry retreat with her hands on her hips. “He can sure switch gears really fast.”
“He’s just in a bad spot,” Cash defended Dev and started for his apartment. Shanna followed, her chuckle had a bit of ridicule in it.
“Right.”
Dev’s words did concern him. They needed to spend more time prepping. Bringing Holly back into the narrative wasn’t the best diversion tactic Dev could have used. He needed to have a long list of ready answers for any situation.
Cash had to do better, focus on what was important if he truly wanted Dev safe.
“What’s the deal with the Cummings release?”
“Don’t know anything about it,” Shanna said. “We should know though, right?”
“Yes.” Cash nodded at what the implication of being left out of such an important finding meant. “We should’ve been one of the first units notified.”
Dev’s door opened, pushed wide. Dev was nowhere to be seen. That had to be some sort of invitation without Dev having to actually ask Cash in.
“I’ve got a meeting and an update,” Cash called out, assuming that was meant as an invitation.
Shanna went ahead of Cash, to his apartment.
“Well fuckin’ hurry it up then,” Dev shouted back. Still no sign of the man.
Cash gave a small smile, dropping his chin to his chest, trying to understand where the breakdown in communication came from within the DEA. Whoever that person was, they needed to be investigated closely.
Chapter 36
Cash had to be good and pissed off by now. Dev saw no other way around it. A deep self-reflection may have caused him to rethink his actions of the day, but he’d never been any good at inner discipline or the regrets that generally followed.
What he had done instead was intentionally set fire to all of Cash’s rules. The dark inner place inside his heart gave a wicked gleam of approval and added that he had not only set them ablaze but burned those bitches to the ground. He had crossed every line. Done it on purpose.
Hell, it wasn’t even his fault. The course of the day was set in motion the second Keyes was put in custody for his crimes against Cummings.