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“Never mind,” Dutch mumbles, then beams a smile. “Dibs on sitting next to you on the plane.”
“Anything else you need us to grab?” Reese pries Dutch from my body.
“No.” I brush tingling arms.
Buy yourself working sweatpants and a truckload of shirts.
“Meet us at the airstrip,” Bishop calls. “We’re on a clock.”
It didn’t seem like he was in a rush to finish with Dutch, but I have more urgent questions. “Where are we flying?”
Bish moves behind his desk. Bracing at the angle we both know is the best for whipping his hips, he offers his slyest ruler-of-the-world smile. “It’s your honeymoon. Would I take you somewhere basic?”
“Where?” I’m in no mood to play. Not with this. “Is it safe?”
“Would I bring my mate somewhere unsafe?” When his smirk fades, Bish is pure intensity.
He stares like I’m a ball of yarn, and he already has my loose threads twisted around his claws.
“I’m not your mate,” I repeat firmly, hoping this time will stick. “I’m grateful you’re willing to help me run, but I need details, or I’ll have to go my own way.”
“You want to share information? Love to.” Bishop stalks around his desk.
I thought Jin and Reese were the predators.
Wrong again.
“What’s your real name?” His forward step slows my heart.
I back up. “Sol. Can you—”
“That’s not it.”
“Fine. It’s Marisol.” That cat’s already out of the bag and purring like a slut.
“So it is.” Bishop shivers in satisfaction, but he’s not done. Captivatingly dark, he herds me toward the back of his office. “How does your special ability work?”
My scent glands prickle under his attention.
“It’s my turn.” I tighten my control. “Where are we flying?”
“One of my properties.” Bish takes another step, and my back bumps his bookshelf. Out of room to flee. “How exactly does your ability function?”
“I mimic pheromones.”
His gaze flicks side to side. Slowly, maddeningly, he shakes his head. “That’s not right.”
A scent sweeter than peach bleeds off his collar.
Freaking Bish.
He’s wearing pheromone-boosting cologne.
As if he needs the help.
“You don’t need to know.” It’s always like this with him.
He interrogated me for three days just to find out my favorite color.
