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I could get used to this.

Which is a dangerous thought considering I met the man yesterday.

When we finally step out, Vex wraps a towel around me before reaching for his own.

"Better?"

I look up at him.

"Much."

We're heading back into the kitchen when his phone starts ringing on the table.

Vex glances toward it.

"Fuck."

"That sounds promising."

He picks it up.

"Yeah, Prez."

Chapter 7

Vex

"Yeah, Prez."

"Need you at the clubhouse."

I glance at Kierra. She's leaning against the kitchen counter, wrapped in a towel, watching me.

Fuck, she's pretty.

"Something happen?"

"Lock's got a lead on Mercado. And we finished looking into your buddy."

"Be there in ten."

I hang up.

Kierra straightens. "Aaron?"

"Maybe. Lock found something."

"What?"

"Don't know yet."

She folds her arms.

Shit. Here we go.

"You're leaving?"

"Gotta meet Grim."