Stepping out of the lobby, Fitch lit another cigarette.

He didn't usually smoke this much, but tonight he felt restless, like there was a storm brewing in his chest.

Once in his car, he gripped the steering wheel, and the sight of his fingertips reminded him of the sensation of accidentally

brushing against Zoey's lips earlier. The memory of that warm, moist touch lingered.

He reached for a pack of wet wipes in the center console, considering wiping his fingers clean, but then he paused and dropped the

pack back down.

Right on cue, his phone buzzed with a call from Tyler.

"Scrap the plans, man. I'm not in the mood for drinks tonight. Heard lan's in sdeep trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"lI rang up Beck. lan’s vanished, and Maja—she’s pregnant, right? She's staying at the Sanders’ place and resting up. Can you

believe those two still haven't gotten their act together?"

Leaning back in the driver's seat, Fitch contemplated Tyler's words. Even if Tyler said no drinks, he wasn't keen on going back

inside.

"Tyler, how about we jet off to North America?"

Tyler squinted his eyes, skeptical. "You sure you can leave? Don't the bigwigs keep a tight leash on you?"

powers that be, making international

lan's recent wanted status, Fitch had narrowly avoided being

The warrant's been lifted. I can go after him in broad

Tyler was getting antsy, too. "Cool. When

the

who are you running

evasion, Fitch felt a

to clear

his bathrobe cloose as a woman's soft

waist.

"Tyler, you're leaving?"

a glance at her, Tyler casually tossed a

your little girlfriend check up on you? I heard you've been seeing, what's her name?

hot. If Tyler liked

turned and gently tapped her cheek with

the record, I've got plenty of girlfriends; I don't know which one you're referring to. Take the money

get out."

flushed with embarrassment but she didn’t dare retort, just dressing

resumed his conversation with

the exchange, Fitch couldn't help but

end up dead

elbow on the sill; the mole on his nose added to his

to play cat and mouse like lan—or you,

and shoulder, he lit up a cigarette with

time. Even the prettiest face

silent, focusing instead on the upcoming

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