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“All sparkly like, to make the bitches ooh and aah.”
“I’ve never made a bitch ooh and ahh—”
“I disagree,” Star butted in at the same time as Dead To Me snarled:
“We don’t have time for this.” D strapped a shotgun to her shoulder. “Conor, get your glittery jizz inside the goddamn house. This is our territory. I wouldn’t wade into a hacking war. We each have our strengths and there’s no shame in that.
“Plus, if Star thinks you’re wandering around, it’ll distract her and we don’t need her distracted. The three of us need to be hot shit.”
My mouth tightened but I nodded. I didn’t mind admitting that fighting in sieges wasn’t my strength, but… “I don’t have glittery jizz.”
The regret in Star’s eyes had dimmed some. “We can agree you’re a pretty boy, no?”
I sniffed. “If that’s supposed to make me feel better, it worked.”
She grinned, and that was the best thing I’d done the whole fucking day. If this was the last time—
No.
She wasn’t going to die.
I wasn’t going to die.
Troy rammed me in the side. I scowled at her as I accepted the SMG she handed me. “Glitter, you think you can handle this?”
“I know how to use it, yeah,” I growled. “And it’s aCooooig, thank you very much. If you don’t want me to call you Helen or The Face, then I won’t, but only if you drop this Glitter bullshit.”
It was her turn to sniff. “Don’t go G.I. Joe on us. Just head to the second floor. To the east, there’s a long corridor that leads to a door at the end of the hall. First on the right, that’s where you stand. You stay there. You guard that fucking door with your life, do you hear me?”
“You want me to guard a door?” This Australian Shepherd shit was coming back to bite me in the ass.
“I do. Got a problem with that, Conor?”
Pointing the gun at the ground, I stated, “No, I don’t have a problem with that.” Just with her.
Bitch.
She dipped her chin. “Anything happens to us—”
“It won’t,” Star snapped. “We got shit to do today and dying ain’t on the list.”
“You two have your EarPods, right?” I inserted quickly, ducking into the trunk to collect my laptop.
“We do,” Star confirmed.
“Got them,” Dead To Me asserted.
“I’ll open up a channel.”
“Can you link me in on it?”
Nodding at Troy, I said, “Will do.”
Swallowing, Star cupped my face and pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “I love you, Conor O’Donnelly.”
My eyes flared wide. “I want to hear that again when you aren’t trying to convince us we’re not going to die, okay?”
“Okay.”
