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He led her out to the main room of the house and sat down on the sofa, pulling her down next to him.
“Let’s talk about this.”
She nodded, but looked out the windows at the sky.
“Please, Ava,” he said, and she turned to him.
“Okay.”
“I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have, and I—”
“Don’t. I don’t need to hear that you regret having sex with me. I heard you the first time.” Her cheeks flushed a bright red, and she looked back out the window.
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“Whatever you regret about me, Razor, is something I don’t need to hear. I hate that I am so dependent on you right now. I hate having to be dependent on anyone. I feel horrible about this whole situation and what a burden I am, but…but…shit.” She wiped at her tears. “I don’t want to fucking cry. This is already the most humiliating day of my life.”
She stood and walked over to the window. “Can you call Gunner or whoever, and just ask them to come and get me?”
He walked over and stood next to her. “I didn’t mean I regretted having sex with you, Ava. Not at all. I know everything I said this morning made you feel uncomfortable. That’s what I regret.”
Razor’s phone buzzed, but he ignored it. Seconds later, he heard someone pound on the front door right before Gunner came bursting in, followed again my Monk.
“What the fuck—”
“There’s a situation,” said Gunner.
Razor put his hand on his gun, waiting for his teammate to continue.
“Not here,” he said and motioned to Monk. “Ava, I need to talk to Razor.”
She nodded and looked over at Monk warily. Razor hated leaving in the middle of their conversation, but Gunner wouldn’t have burst in the way he had if something wasn’t urgent.
“I’ll be right back,” he said to her before following Gunner downstairs.
“Just heard from Doc. We’ve lost contact with the sister and their two friends.”
“What?”
“You heard me. There’s more, Petrov has ghosted as well.”
“Who’s on the three women?”
Gunner rattled off a couple of names Razor didn’t recognize. “Agency?”
“Not exactly.”
“Contractors?”
Gunner nodded.
“Where the hell is Striker?”
“On his way to Seattle.”
Razor ran his hand through his hair, knowing that Gunner was telling him everything he knew, but wanting to pull more information out of him by the throat.
“Trackers?”
