OWAIN LUTHER
I sat there for almost a full minute, waiting for the next worse sh*t to roll in. Collins showing up wasn’t the real problem. I knew he wasn’t completely off the radar, those Italians weren’t total idiots. Sure, they knew he wasn’t the real Ghost, but I’d basically dangled him as bait. And if they’d already figured he was nothing more than my shadow, then yeah, maybe I’d be a real bastard if I actually let him take the fall for my mistake.
I blew out a sharp breath and pushed myself up, heading for the bathroom. I took a quick shower, then, walked with a towel around my waist.
By the time I stepped out, f*ck—Yasmin was half-naked, her back to me. Morning light leaked through the curtains, spilling down her skin like honey, and her bra barely hanging off her shoulder, pink n
