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Nope.
I was not going to keep thinking about that. I did what I had to do, case closed.
“And then you’d follow the scent of the next pretty woman right out of my room,” I said, tapping my finger to his nose.
Only to jerk it back when his gaze went to my hand, brows drawing together.
If there was one person who noticed small details about me, it was Raff.
No one else would have realized I stopped getting my nails done, that I was now keeping them natural, short, filed, and glossed with some cheap top coat I bought at the grocery store.
I’d always been a mix of bewildered and charmed by how well he knew me on a surface level. I never stopped to think what a liability that might be.
Raff reached out, taking my hand before I could snatch it away.
And there was the strangest little sizzling sensation that moved from the contact and up my arm.
That was new.
It was something that would have taken all of my focus. But then he opened his mouth. And threatened to tear everything left of my life down.
“So, what were you doing in Florida?”
I yanked my hand away so fast you’d think he’d burned me.
My stomach twisted.
My pulse skittered.
My heart felt like it hit the floor.
Because, no.
In fact, hell no.
I knew that Raff traveled a lot doing… illegal gun things. But what were the chances that he’d seen me? I’d been in some nowhere backwoods town. In a disgusting little motel.
Apparently, those chances were high.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Raff’s head angled. “I saw you.”
“No, I can assure you, you didn’t.”
I was a great liar. I wouldn’t say I was proud of that fact, but it was a professional necessity. You wouldn’t make a very good mafia accountant if you couldn’t lie with a straight face.
The problem was, Raff was a criminal. And criminals had top-tier bullshit detectors.
And, well, he’dseenme.
“Lula,” he said, leaning forward. “I saw you.”
“You didn’t. You must have met my doppelgänger.”
“Detroit said you were away.”
Shit.
