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“Fuck ure so out to keep Essie safe”

Tamara looked up at hi ave hiret it”

She lifted herself on her tiptoes and leaned toward him just as he turned his head The kiss she’d no doubt meant for his cheek, ended up on his lips

Right at thatthe kitchenette fro open Instinctively, he pushed Tamara back Elisa stood there with a blonde woh he had no clue who—oh hell

Ta it already

Bianca

Fury s both of her cheeks red, Bianca whipped the curtain closed, turned on her stiletto-clad foot and e television screen embedded in the wall Elisa followed on her heels while the rest of the tea the jet, but the interco that her forent Clay Blackfish was already on the screen, scowling as usual Good That made them even on the shitty mood continuum

“Where in the hell is Bianca?” the agent asked as he scanned the asse past her in her Bethany getup

“Right here,” she said and sat down in a chair situated in the middle of the table directly in front of the screen

Clay’s dark eyes widened “Well, fuck me”

“No thank you” She flipped open the folder that contained all of her et down to business now?”

The agent chuckled “Yep, it’s you alright”

No one on her end of the cale—the amount of tension in the room didn’t allow for that

“Holy crap” Clay let out a lohistle “Taz, if I didn’t already know the situation, I wouldn’t have picked you out of a lineup”

Keeping her chin high and her shoulders straight, she refused to peek over