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Winters had discovered my whereabouts when I was supposed to be under the radar. All of a sudden, my mind started working again.

“Give me your phone,” I demanded.

“What? Why?”

“Give it to me,” I said again.

Jason frowned but reluctantly handed me his phone. I dropped it on the ground and then stomped on it. “Hey! What the hell!”

I took my phone and did the same. Then I scooped them up, put them in a pot of water, and boiled them.

“You need to explain what the hell is going on. Right. Now.”

“In a minute.” When I was sure both devices were destroyed, I looked at him. “We need to go. Now.”

“I’m not—”

“Either you drive me back to Manhattan or I’ll go by myself.”

He took in my face and something about my expression must’ve convinced him I was serious. Because boiling our phones hadn’t been serious enough.

Chapter 32

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Flynn demanded, glaring at the two-hundred-and-fifty-pound bodyguard who was currently on top of me. To be fair, Jason was restraining me in pure self-defense.

“Get off me,” I said to Jason. “Or he might kill you.”

Jason gently released my wrists. I sat up on Flynn’s couch and then turned my attention to my very angry boyfriend. His scowl had transferred to me, so I wasted no time trying to explain. “Jason wanted to call room service, but I wouldn’t let him. And when he reached for the hotel phone, I attacked him.”

“It was self-defense,” Jason stated.

“We’ll get to that in a moment.” Flynn’s eyes blazed with ire. “Why are you back in the city? You’re supposed to be hiding out in the Hamptons.” To Jason he said in a low raspy tone, “How could you bring her here?”

“It’s not his fault,” I said. “He went on faith. I needed to come here. Something happened…”

Flynn came to the couch and loomed over me, waiting for me to tell him why I’d risked my life by coming back to the city. I shook my head and looked at Jason.

Jason sighed. “I’ll be in the bar and restaurant getting something to eat.”

When we were alone, Flynn opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. “Give me your cell phone.”

“In a minute.” He grabbed me and hoisted me toward him. “I haven’t kissed you hello.” His mouth covered mine.

All the worry and concern about being in over my head melted away. Reluctantly, I pulled back. If I let him continue kissing me, I would forget why I was here, why I’d disobeyed common sense and placed myself in danger. Again.

“Flynn,” I protested.

Sighing, he released me. “Start talking, Barrett.”

“I will after you give me your cell phone.”

Without hesitation he handed it over. I stood up, dropped the phone, and stomped on it.

“Barrett!”

“Hold on, I’m not done.” I went around the entire suite and shut down electronic devices and unplugged phones. When I got back to the living room, he tried to speak, but I shook my head. I turned on music and then I walked to Flynn and kept my voice quiet when I said, “Your hotel room might be bugged. We should sit.” I gestured to the couch. “And I’ll explain.”

“On a scale of one to Dolinsky, how bad?”