Page 59 of Theirs to Hunt (Girls Like Us #1)

Chapter fifty-nine

B rooks lifts his glass. "Yeah," he murmurs. "Let's not." Devon gives a single nod. That's all. No discussion. No conditions. Just understanding.

This is war, and we're choosing sides.

I don't raise my glass. I don't have to. This was my call before either of them walked in.

Brooks didn't ask permission before bringing Devon into the fold. He didn't need to. He knows where we're headed and who we'll need when things go sideways. And so does Devon. That's why he's here.

Reagan doesn’t realize it yet, but she's the reason this meeting is happening.

She's not a pawn. She's the plan. Brooks is muscle.

Devon is strategy. But Reagan? She's the one who can walk into a room and have the whole damn board reshuffle without saying a word.

She sees what people hide. Hears what they don't say.

And she acts. Fast. Clean. Without waiting for permission .

She doesn't need oversight. She needs autonomy. And I'm giving it to her.

This isn't about keeping her close. It's about putting her in. Giving her access. Letting her help manage the operations we keep quiet. Because she's smart enough to know why some problems can't go through official channels.

She's not our weakness. She's our weapon.

And if she stays, she'll change everything.

I rest my hand on her thigh. She glances at me. Curious. Cautious. Still deciding how far she wants to go.

I already know.

All the way.