I was finishing up in the shower when Cross pulled up. The headlights swept over the inside of our bathroom. I was toweling off and starting to dress when they came inside. A second later, Cross was coming into our bedroom.

He had pulled off the black sweatshirt, but he was still in the dark pants.

Seeing me, he tore his clothes off. He rasped out, “Where’s your clothes?”

I pointed to the floor.

He grunted before disappearing into the closet. He came back out in sweats that were low on his hips, deliciously low, and he was pulling a gray Henley over his head, tugging the bottom down. I slept with him, had explored his body on many occasions, but seeing that V leading down to his groin, the one that disappeared under his sweatpants, and I was feeling all sorts of other sensations.

Warmth. Maybe that buzz was coming back? A throb was starting deep inside of me.

He ignored me, bent and grabbed my clothes. He carried them to the other side of the bed, stuffing my clothes and his clothes into a bag.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to burn these.”

“What?” Alarm spiked me. “I think that’s a little much, don’t you think?”

He stopped just in front of the door and pinned me with a dark look. “We broke into a bounty hunting company. They work with law enforcement. They have confidential information on some big people. There’s probably cameras with us on them. We need to get rid of evidence. I’m not messing around with this.” He looked through the bag. “Where’s the ski mask?”

“I took it off just inside the garage door.”

He nodded.

It was then I saw the tiredness clinging to him.

“Hey.” I moved to him.

He paused.

I touched his arm, pulling him to me. Lifting a hand, I wiped my thumb over some tension lines around his mouth. “They won’t do anything.”

“You don’t know what they’re capable of.”

“True, but—”

“You didn’t see that second room. I did.”

He had me there.

He grabbed the doorknob, but looked back. “We’re crew. We don’t lie to each other, but what I saw in that room—I want to call your brother about it before I talk to you. Can I do that? I need your permission to do that.”

I opened my mouth, unsure what to say. The alarm spiking within me was about Cross and how he was acting, not even about what he saw. He was worried, and whatever they had in there, I’d deal. My dad would deal. This wasn’t the first time we were dealing with law enforcement agencies, and I knew that I hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, except for beating up Harper and breaking and entering my own place of employment, but besides those things, I was pretty clean.