Chapter Twenty
Destin stepped out of the shower next door and dried his hair and body off before quickly dressing. He was just slipping his shoes on when there was a knock on the door. He called out for the person to enter, expecting it to be Tim or Mason. Instead, he was surprised when Cutter stepped inside and closed the door.
Destin’s features hardened into a controlled mask of calm. He finished tying his shoes and stood up, then grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair, and slid it on. Cutter watched him in silence until he straightened.
“She’s not staying here,” Destin started to say.
“I know,” Cutter replied in a curt tone. “I talked to Beth this morning.”
Destin drew in a deep breath and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. He had not thought about the fact that Beth might menti
