“What do you mean?”
“I mean Deputy Dipshit isn’t the only one with contacts inside the bureau.”
I blink so much, I might as well be signaling in Morse Code. “But…you said if they found out about me—”
“They don’t know anything about you. And we’re going to keep it that way.”
“Chris might tell them, though.”
“Doubtful. He’s in love with you.”
That makes me snort. “Not even close. His ego’s just bruised.”
Kage sighs, stirring the hair on my neck. Clearly, he doesn’t believe me.
“Also…” I cringe. “I might have…sort of…threatened to shoot him.”
After a beat, Kage rears up to an elbow and says loudly, “What the hell did he do? Did that fucker touch you? I’ll kill him!”
His tone is murderous. I can’t help but find that romantic in a twisted sort of way. “No, honey. He didn’t touch me.”
