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her out. Hanna’s got no part in it. I end this with her tonight, we’ll meet, plan
the takedown.”
I end this with her tonight.
Oh my God.
What?
How?
What?
“She trusts them. Whacked,” Raiden carried on. “Motherfuckers are using her. Thinks
they’re her friends. She’s got no fuckin’ clue.”
I pushed the door and hurried inside. I somehow had the presence of mind to tiptoe
in because the bathroom was tile , the hallway carpeted, muting my footfalls and he obviously didn’t know I was there.
The door swung closed behind me . I put my back to the wall beside it and deep-breathed.
Holy Moses, Bodhi and Heather were using my shipments to transport drugs.
Holy Moses! How would they even do that?
And why?
And…
And…
For some reason, Raiden was out with me to ascertain my part in this hideous scenario.
He wasn’t into me.
He was using me.
Like Bodhi and Heather.
My friends who I rode trails with, snowboarded with, laughed with.
Using me.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, pain searing through me, the heat white-hot, leaving devastation
in its wake.
I wasn’t an idiot. I was…
I didn’t know what I was.
A moron.
A loser.
I shoved my bag under my arm so I could put my hands over my face and I pulled in
huge, broken breaths to control the tears clawing at the backs of my eyes.
A new dress.
Excited laughter with my best friend.
Shoes that I’d have to knit five afghans to pay for.
And all because I was a moron.
Thoughts assaulting my brain, it took everything I had to pull myself together.
Raiden couldn’t know I knew. I had to pretend. I had to finish this stupid, stupid date.
Then I would end things tonight.
Then I would take care of business.
Then I would learn my stupid lesson.
A narrow life was better.
Books. Movies. Friends I’d had since junior high who I could trust. A great-grandmother
who adored me. An ornery cat who liked me occasionally. A job I enjoyed that was free
of the drug trade.
That was it.
The rest of it…
No.
I had no idea I’d been smart before. I had no idea I’d been living the right life.
I had no idea.
Now I did.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I rushed into a stall, took care of business then left the restroom carefully. Checking
the back hall, which was empty, I stealthily moved out and saw Raiden at our table.
I skirted the main area of the restaurant, walked outside and took in huge lung-fulls of crisp, mountain air, coming up with a plan while doing so.
The wine had gone to my head. I was a bit tipsy and more headachy.
I needed to go home.
I squared my shoulders and swallowed my tears . I turned to the front door, walked in and moved to the table, Raiden’s head coming up
when he saw me, his brows snapping together at my direction.
God, he was gorgeous.
Amazing.
Phenomenal.
Using me.
“You okay?” he asked as I sat.
I drew in one more breath.
Then I turned to him. I took him in and felt my dream take its final, shuddering breath
before it died…
And I lied.
Chapter Six
Last Chance
The drive home was silent . T he whole time I looked out the side window.
That wasn’t strictly true.
The drive home was silent , except once we were in the Jeep on our way home, Raiden asked, “This happen often,
headaches comin’ on this fast?”
“Yes,” I lied.
Raiden left it at that.
I spent my energies holding myself together.
This took a lot of my energies.
Therefore, by the time we got to my house, I was exhausted.
Raiden parked , and as he was shutting the Jeep down, I swiftly unbuckled my seatbelt, threw open
the door and climbed out as gracefully as I could.
I was hoofing it double time to the front door when my efforts were foiled by Raiden’s
hand closing around mine.
He slowed my dash and dug into his jeans pocket, got out my keys, stopped us at the
door and let us in.
I took two wide steps inside, unfortunately dragging him with me. I tugged my hand
free of his and
her out. Hanna’s got no part in it. I end this with her tonight, we’ll meet, plan
the takedown.”
I end this with her tonight.
Oh my God.
What?
How?
What?
“She trusts them. Whacked,” Raiden carried on. “Motherfuckers are using her. Thinks
they’re her friends. She’s got no fuckin’ clue.”
I pushed the door and hurried inside. I somehow had the presence of mind to tiptoe
in because the bathroom was tile , the hallway carpeted, muting my footfalls and he obviously didn’t know I was there.
The door swung closed behind me . I put my back to the wall beside it and deep-breathed.
Holy Moses, Bodhi and Heather were using my shipments to transport drugs.
Holy Moses! How would they even do that?
And why?
And…
And…
For some reason, Raiden was out with me to ascertain my part in this hideous scenario.
He wasn’t into me.
He was using me.
Like Bodhi and Heather.
My friends who I rode trails with, snowboarded with, laughed with.
Using me.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, pain searing through me, the heat white-hot, leaving devastation
in its wake.
I wasn’t an idiot. I was…
I didn’t know what I was.
A moron.
A loser.
I shoved my bag under my arm so I could put my hands over my face and I pulled in
huge, broken breaths to control the tears clawing at the backs of my eyes.
A new dress.
Excited laughter with my best friend.
Shoes that I’d have to knit five afghans to pay for.
And all because I was a moron.
Thoughts assaulting my brain, it took everything I had to pull myself together.
Raiden couldn’t know I knew. I had to pretend. I had to finish this stupid, stupid date.
Then I would end things tonight.
Then I would take care of business.
Then I would learn my stupid lesson.
A narrow life was better.
Books. Movies. Friends I’d had since junior high who I could trust. A great-grandmother
who adored me. An ornery cat who liked me occasionally. A job I enjoyed that was free
of the drug trade.
That was it.
The rest of it…
No.
I had no idea I’d been smart before. I had no idea I’d been living the right life.
I had no idea.
Now I did.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I rushed into a stall, took care of business then left the restroom carefully. Checking
the back hall, which was empty, I stealthily moved out and saw Raiden at our table.
I skirted the main area of the restaurant, walked outside and took in huge lung-fulls of crisp, mountain air, coming up with a plan while doing so.
The wine had gone to my head. I was a bit tipsy and more headachy.
I needed to go home.
I squared my shoulders and swallowed my tears . I turned to the front door, walked in and moved to the table, Raiden’s head coming up
when he saw me, his brows snapping together at my direction.
God, he was gorgeous.
Amazing.
Phenomenal.
Using me.
“You okay?” he asked as I sat.
I drew in one more breath.
Then I turned to him. I took him in and felt my dream take its final, shuddering breath
before it died…
And I lied.
Chapter Six
Last Chance
The drive home was silent . T he whole time I looked out the side window.
That wasn’t strictly true.
The drive home was silent , except once we were in the Jeep on our way home, Raiden asked, “This happen often,
headaches comin’ on this fast?”
“Yes,” I lied.
Raiden left it at that.
I spent my energies holding myself together.
This took a lot of my energies.
Therefore, by the time we got to my house, I was exhausted.
Raiden parked , and as he was shutting the Jeep down, I swiftly unbuckled my seatbelt, threw open
the door and climbed out as gracefully as I could.
I was hoofing it double time to the front door when my efforts were foiled by Raiden’s
hand closing around mine.
He slowed my dash and dug into his jeans pocket, got out my keys, stopped us at the
door and let us in.
I took two wide steps inside, unfortunately dragging him with me. I tugged my hand
free of his and
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