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It’ll rile him up, sit with him and drive him crazy until he confronts Jasper to ask her himself.
He gasps dramatically. “Why are you lying?”
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“That’s all the answer I can give you,” I reply, evasive, as I manipulate him. “When I can tell you more, I will.”
“Sketchy,” he mutters, cutting his eyes at me.
I shrug as I slow the car, pulling into the driveway of a beige house with burgundy shutters. We idle behind Jasper’s Mercedes and a Honda Civic geared for racing.
“Which one is hers?” Ezra asks, frowning as he glances around. “Please don’t say it’s the—”
“Mercedes.”
“Despicable,” he spits. “I mean, it’s nice, but come on. If you’re going to make that kind of payment every month—”
I tune him out as I watch the neighboring houses. Ezra doesn’t have the most sound priorities when he’s off work. Business is his game, managing his siblings’ careers and accounts... But when they’re not touring or negotiating deals, he’s got big opinions about everyone else and what they’re doing with their lives. It’s a pot and kettle kind of thing, and he gives absolutely zero fucks about keeping his mouth shut.
We’re here for a murder, probably to move a body… Yet he’s more bothered by a car.
I grab my phone and call Jasper before we climb out of Ezra’s Tesla.
“I’m outside,” I inform her as soon as she answers.
She peers out the blinds, nonchalantly claiming, “You missed the fun.”
The fun hasn’t started, and it won’t until these two are face-to-face.
“Open the door,” I softly instruct as Ezra leans across the center console and turns off his car.
“I can’t,” she says with a huff. “But I’ll open the garage. I left my keys in the cupholder. Pull my car in.”
“Gem,” I growl in warning, though the nickname doesn’t hit the same as using her real name.
She groans, exasperated with my tone. “What, Ri?”
“I have someone with me,” I cautiously explain.
“Is she pretty?” Jasper quips, making me grin. “I’m not exactly in the mood to share—”
“I think I’m pretty,” Ezra answers her, brushing his hands down his black t-shirt.
I smile as it begins. Neither of them knows it just yet, but she’ll be testing him every step of the way, making sure he won’t talk about what he sees. When she realizes he won’t, she’ll get curious about why he didn’t bolt out the door, screaming murder. And eventually, Ezra will become Thursday-Sunday.
Then we can work on replacing Wednesday-Saturday.
I’d suggest Quin or Kane since we’re all friends… But the former is an idiot, and the latter is a legit fed. She’d have fun with the rock god, though she’s just as likely to kill him as she is to spend the night with him. Lawson would be a better fit than Ezra or me if it wasn’t for his job.
I can see the headlines now… Undercover fed fakes relationship with cartel member to make arrest.
She speaks reluctantly, as if she’s talking herself into being okay with this. “He better get real cool with murder real quick. Or you better send him home.”
“He’s more accepting than you think, Gem.” I sigh. “He might have had a different upbringing, but he’s no stranger to what’s inside.”
She hangs up the phone without another word, and I climb out of the Tesla to do as she asked.
