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Amber whirled around and called out to him. "Hey Bishop! Guess whoIam?"

Taking his time, he strolled up to us and gave Amber a good, long look. "You don't know?" he said.

She made a sound of frustration. "Guys – they don't know anything." She turned back to me. "You never answered my question."

"There was a question?"

"Yeah. The address where Chloe's at. Do you have it?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

It was actually true. From Thanksgiving, I knew where Chloe's grandma lived, but as far as the exact street-address, I didn't have it on me, and I sure as hell wasn't going to track it down for Amber, especially considering her big audition plans.

Amber frowned. "Oh, poo. If I don't catch her now, I'll have to wait like two whole weeks."

The way I saw it, this wasgoodnews. "Why?" I asked. "You going somewhere?"

"Yeah." She smiled over at Bishop. "Hey, Bish, you wanna come?"

He hated being called Bish. And for some reason, that made me smile.

"That depends," he told her. "You going to a gun show?"

"No." Her brow wrinkled. "We're going to the Hamptons."

He shrugged. "Eh, I'd better pass. But thanks for the invite."

"You sure?" she said. "Because theymightsell guns there."

I spoke up. "You know what? You should discuss it over lunch."

Bishop's jaw tightened. "I already ate."

"ButIhaven't," Amber said. She glanced down. "And look, I'm already dressed up."

He glanced down at her dress. "Yup. You sure are."

She grabbed his elbow. "We should probably go someplace fancy." She gave his jeans a quick glance. "I knowyou'renot dressed up. But I'm super-dressed up, so it evens out." She looked to me and said, "Right?"

I nodded. "Right."

As I watched, Amber practically dragged him back to his own car. I felt myself smile. Over the last couple of months, he'd given Chloe so much grief that he deserved at leastsomeback. Before getting into the driver's seat, he turned in my direction and mouthed, "You dick."

Yes. I was. Just like my brother. Go figure.

Chapter 71

Later that night, Chloe and I had something to celebrate. Whatever footage those cameras had picked up, it was gone now, destroyed for good, electronicallyandphysically, thanks to my favorite sledgehammer.

Best of all, Bishop had confirmed that none of the footage had been downloaded, which meant that when we destroyed the system, we destroyed everything. No one – except for me – was going to see Chloe pleasuring herself any time soon.

We were sitting in the hot tub when I turned to her and said, "I wish I could've seen it."

"Seen what?" she asked.

"That bedroom scene." I gave her a nice, long look. "I was liking how that sounded."

She probably would've blushed, except her skin was already pink from the steaming water. The corners of her mouth lifted. "Oh stop it."