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She scrunches her nose as she looks at him. “Babe, trust me. You donotwant to keep going on this topic.”
It takes a second for the pieces to fall into place for Cam, but you can see the moment they do because he goes from worried to revolted in an instant.
“There it is,” Mali says with a nod.
Hayes looks over at me with his brows raised. “You told her?”
I chuckle and nod, but it’s Mali who answers.
“I’m impressed, Wilder. I didn’t think you had it in you.” She turns to Cam. “You need to step up your game.”
“Oh, I get it,” Cam whines as he stares up at the ceiling. “This is hell. I’m living in purgatory.”
“It could be worse,” she teases, messing with him some more. “I could tell you about how they fucked twice in the bar, too.”
Cam rushes to press his fingers into his ears. “I repent, I repent, I repent!”
“Okay,” Hayes stops her. “As much as I’d love to sit here torturing Cam with my sex life, we seriously have to try to figure out who the hell is going all of this.”
“Did you tell them about the text yet?” Cam asks.
Mali and I answer in unison. “What text?”
Hayes pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes it open before he hands it to me. “I got this on our way back.”
You’re getting good at that. Practice makes perfect, right?
“Jesus,” I grumble under my breath, passing the phone to Mali. “I figured they’d be watching you.”
He shrugs. “I’d rather them be watching us than be anywhere around you.”
There he is—the protective Hayes that I know. It’s those little things that give me the smallest amount of hope for us. Little moments where he shows me that he hasn’t completely let go of us yet.
Hayes sits on the couch and subtly gestures for me to sit beside him. I go willingly while Mali takes the chair and Cam sits on the floor, his arms resting on the coffee table.
“Okay, so who is a possible suspect?” I ask.
Mali hums. “I mean, my first thought would be Monty, but he’s dead.” She pauses for a second and looks between Hayes and Cam. “He is dead, right? Like dead, dead?”
“Yes,” they answer in unison, but Hayes keeps going. “He was on that boat with us for a half hour before we dumped his body into the ocean. He’s dead, dead.”
She nods, accepting that answer and moving on.
“What about Monty’s mom?” Cam suggests. “Lai, you went there for lunch, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think she would even be capable of this,” I reply. “She’s a sweetheart, but she’s a spoiled housewife.”
“And a grieving mother,” Hayes adds. “Is there anything you might have said or given away? Weren’t you at that house when you got the text?”
“I was, but I honestly don’t think it was her.”
Cam doesn’t look convinced. “Ihonestlydidn’t think that my best friend would corrupt my little sister, so forgive me if I add her to my list regardless.”
I turn to Hayes, smirking. “You hear that? You corrupted me.”
His eyes roll, but I can see the hint of a smile there, hiding just beneath the surface.
“You know, it might not be Monty’s mom,” Mali says, “but it could be one of the staff.”
