Page 196 of Wild Card

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Page 196 of Wild Card

“You’ll see. Don’t want to ruin all the excitement.” She casts her gaze out the front window, her eyes glittering. “Perfect timing. Our ride has arrived.”

I trail behind her and Rowan to the office. A minute later, Bex comes in also dressed in black.

“Sorry I’m late, Chase was being,” she hesitates, eyeing me. “Let’s just say finagling my way out the door took some convincing.”

Ick“Don’t say another word.”

“It sucks I can’t discuss my sex life with my best friend.”

“That’s because you’re having sex with my brother!”

“One of these days, you’ll get over that.”

“I’m already scarred for life and will never be able to be in his kitchen again without flashbacks.”

Her face morphs into bliss in a way I know well. Every time Talon touches me, I feel the same. “I’m thrilled for you, Bex, but there are boundaries.”

“He’s not my brother. You can tell me every detail.” Rowan winks.

Luckily, I’m saved by Shayla and Ember returning. Shayla’s transformation is remarkable.

The sleek black wig hangs straight to the middle of her back with curtain bangs framing her face. Her cream dress,pearl accessories, and bone-colored pumps scream ‘conservative country club’-slash-‘lady who lunches’.

Her normal smokey-shadowed, flare-lined eyes are subtle and her lips a sheer gloss.

One-hundred-percent opposite of the Shalya I know.

But still stunning.

“Wow, you look amazing.”

She preens, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “The prim and proper socialite expecting to buy a thousand-dollar handbag.”

Harley comes in rubbing her stomach. “This baby is doing summersaults with eagerness.”

“Go now!” Ember shouts.

The next few seconds are a blur. I barely have time to grab my purse before I’m being yanked out the back door, shoved into a vehicle, and we’re on the move.

“What the hell is happening?” I screech when we come to a sudden stop on a side street.

“Robbie has Clyde’s monitored with a high-tech security system. Ember glitched the back door with ten seconds for us to get away without being seen.”

My ears ring as I scan around the vehicle, noting Shayla and Ember are missing. I also recognize the interior of the SUV, along with Wyatt’s booster seat.

“Is this Chase’s truck?”

“Yes, which is why I had to get creative. We needed a car that isn’t traced,” Bex explains excitedly.

“I need this.” Rowan plucks my phone out of my purse and powers it off. “No location service.”

“Here they are.” Harley points to Shayla’s passing car with Ember in the passenger seat.

Bex pulls behind them and chats animatedly with everyone like it’s a perfectly normal Wednesday night out with friends.

The lead in my stomach churns with the reality swirling in my brain. Getaway cars that aren’t traced, locations turned off, matching outfits. Finally, I snap to focus. “This is insane. What will we do when she actually sells the purse to Shayla? It’s not like we can arrest her.”

“Just wait.”


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