Page 174 of Filthy Lies


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Like he was on vacation when he was fighting for his freakin’ country?

Creed had more courage in his pinkie than Jimmy possessed in his whole being.

“I don’t. I’m just curious. He was best friends with Oliver,” I said blandly, not close enough to my cousin to share that I’d banged Creed for a couple of months during a tour of duty.

“Oh. I forgot about that. You heard from Ollie?”

“Yeah, he’s living it up in Cabo with his husband.”

Temper snorted.

“Why do you think Gene’s all up my ass about getting married?” I muttered as if her snort were a statement in itself.

“Haven’t they come around yet?”

“What? To Ollie preferring cock to pussy? Nope.” I sniffed as I finally approached my hotel. “I almost wish I were gay just to spite them.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say, Cin,” she chided.

“I wonder what on earth made you think I was ever aniceperson, Temper. I’d prefer to be interesting rather than nice.” I scowled at the very prospect.

“I bet Creed would like it if you werenice.”

Her sly comment made me regret mentioning the man’s name.

“You want him, you can have him,” I ground out, despite the fact that I’d prefer to stick pins in my eyes than for her to evenairkiss Creed’s cheeks, never mind that mouth that was capable of wicked, wicked things.

“I might just try. I’m due to visit Mom again next weekend.”

“Knock yourself out,” was my bland retort before I asked, “Is she sick again?”

“She is.”

“Send her my love,” I stated before I cut the line.

Ignoring the receptionist, I made my way up to the hotel room and during one long, continuous groan, I locked up behind me, reinforced the door with some home-made security extras, then stripped off, dumped Muñoz’s crap on the dresser, and face-planted into the duvet.

For a few minutes, I just lay there, ass bared to the overheated room. Then, as always, my mind started jerking from subject to subject and I knew point blank that I’d never get any sleep.

With a grunt, I clambered off the bed, reached for my cell, and texted my brother:

Me: Can you stop dicking Alistair down long enough to give me Creed McCabe’s cell number?

That sent, and feeling utterly ridiculous, I turned to Muñoz’s phone and, out of cursory interest, switched through his currently used apps.

Frowning when I saw a calculator app that wasn’t native to the device, I flipped away from it and started scrolling through his emails for any info on who’d given him the job. Unfortunately, it was mostly spam.

Studying the keycard, I pulled up the address of the hotel stamped on the plastic and decided I’d visit tomorrow.

When I received a message alert, I picked up my phone.

Ollie: Why? What’s he done?

Me: I’m saving him from Temperance. I want to warn him.

Ollie: I could warn him.

Me: Just give me his damn number.

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