“The source? I assume it was her.”
“Irina,” Boston clarifies.
Lemmy lowers her mug, her cold gray eyes staring at me but not really lookingatme. “Hm.”
“You think it was someone else?” Declan asks.
Lemmy taps her fingers against her mug. She still stares through me, that mind working at rapid speed. “It could be. Is there anyone else who would benefit from this?”
“Collin,” I admit.
She purses her lips and slowly nods, pulling a pad of paper from her bag. She scratches his name down, a lead that she is definitely going to follow later. I couldn’t see a cop’s kid going to these lengths, especially when it’s all a big fucking lie, butyou never know. He wasn’t entirely honest with his statement, was he?
“I think it’s all Irina, Lem.”
Her eyes flicker back to mine. “Then we take care of Irina.”
“I want to bury her,” I tell her, my voice stern. “I want her trapped six feet under.”
In a place where she can no longer disturb the lives of me, my teammates, or the redhead that I left in bed.
Lemmy’s lips pull back into that lethal, wicked smile I have seen on her face plenty of times before when she’s thirsty for a win. This woman has made police officers triple her size quiver and scurry away like terrified little kids. She is an absolute weapon.
“Don’t worry,” she says with a stiff nod. “I’ve already dug the hole.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
arden
I stifle a yawn,rubbing my eyes and waltzing into the hospital looking like a hot mess. My hair is piled on the top of my head, I smeared on some concealer and mascara, somehow managed to take the quickest shower on planet earth, and called it a day.
I had sex last night. For the first time in like, forever. With my boyfriend who isn’t my boyfriend.
And god, it was life-changing.
I can breathe again.
I’m practically dancing down the halls and into the lunchroom, a pep in my step that definitely screams:I just got laid.Honestly, it was a long time coming. I’m surprised that we managed to put it off for so long. Have you seen him? Well, just imagine thatnaked.
I’m completely unsurprised to find Whitney and Autumn on the coach in the lunchroom when I stride in, my smile beaming, unable to wipe it from my face. I wave to them when they glance up from their phones, float to the fridge, and drop lunch off inside.
When I turn back around, they’re staring at me.
So, I stare back.
Okay, is itreallythat obvious? Are Carter’s fingertips bruised into my skin or something? Was a little bit of sex enough to completely change my aura?
I roll my eyes and drop my arms. “Okay, fine. I slept with him last night.”
Autumn blinks. Whitney’s eyes widen.
Not the reaction I was expecting. “What?”
“Last night?” Whitney asks. “Like, that was the first timeever?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I was holding off to make sure it was worth it.”
They slowly glance at each other, making every hair on my body stand up. I know that look. I’ve given that look. All women who have had the unfortunate task of dealing with men understandthatlook.
