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I kissed her—deeply.
I kissed again until she moaned and rolled me over to sit astride my body.
“You satisfied me.” I met her eyes. “I would let you do it again right now just to set your mind at ease. But I’m sure Beam is probably wondering what we’re doing up here.”
Taz kissed me. “To be continued?”
I laughed softly, tapped her ass with a palm and agreed.
She scrambled off the bed and went for another shower. Soon, I heard the hairdryer going. I shook my head, smiled and got dressed. If I stayed in that bedroom, waiting for her, she’d never get dressed.
I then made my way down the stairs to flop into the seat beside Bea—who was now dressed in all black with his hair styled.
“I don’t think I have to tell you she means everything to me.” I spoke after a while.”
“No, P.” Beam replied. “I get it.”
“So, I need you to have her back like you have mine.”
“I promise.”
CHAPTERNINE
Taz
Just before entering the club, I activated one of Tex’s trackers and shoved it down the inside of my bra. I wasn’t taking any chances with anything. I trusted that I looked different enough from the last time anyone on my team saw me.
I hadn’t really dressed up since high school and that was before I knew any of them.
The music was entirely too loud.
The girls dancing around me, trying to get Beam’s attention wore their clothing too tight and the irritation I was beginning to feel at people crashing into me was supernatural.
Still, I took a deep breath, and we made our way to the bar.
While we ordered drinks, neither of us took a sip. I needed to be clear to see danger coming and I was pretty sure Beam promised Storm he’d protect me.
We moved around, from time to time hitting the dance floor but we mostly just sat at the bar, pretending to be having a conversation.
“I recognize that man.” Beam whispered in my ear. “Six o’clock. Red jacket.”
Taking his hand, I lead Beam away from the bar to the edge of the dance floor just as the music changed. I took a good look at the newcomer and agreed with Beam. He was one of the men in photos with my team.
I didn’t know who he was, but from all I’d seen, he knew them—intimately.
While we pretended to be having fun, Beam and I worked to take in the room, to take pictures of the people we recognized and who they interacted with.
It was well after one when I was beginning to get exhausted and knew my feet would be killing me the next day before any of the Frogs showed up.
Immediately, I went into evasive maneuvers, trying to keep my identity hidden.
About twenty minutes later, I received a text from Storm.
“Head’s up, Darby said he was going for a walk. He was a little dressed up, so I followed. I lost him in traffic but I’m on my way.”
I took Beam’s arm and led him away from the floor and down a dimply lit hallway.
“You think he’s coming this way?”