25
MEGAN
I tossed and turned, finding it impossible to get any sleep. I thought of my father’s twisted plan. I thought of how it had worked. I’d fallen for it like the biggest dupe.
I thought about Burns and how I would never work for him. About Hayes and how I missed him in my bed.
But even with all that swirling around in my idiotic brain, I somehow fell asleep because I was jolted awake by the sound of the chain on the motel door slipping out of the lock. I scrabbled to reach for the gun beneath my pillow and sat up, aiming at the door.
“If you’re going to shoot, do it now.” That hard, raspy voice made me go still. “I’m f*****g tired of having that gun pointed at me.”
Hayes. He was here. A thrill of happiness shot right through me. I’d missed him, even if it had been less than a d
