Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
She knows.
And yet.
Kat gave me her “application” to “The Josh Faraday Club,” didn’t she—even though she knows I’m more scarred than I let on? She did it because she wants to see the scars, whatever they are.
“What’s the name of the school where Miss Westbrook worked in Seattle, Jonas?” Sarah asks Jonas. “That might be helpful for Eric to know for his search.”
There’s a beat. Jonas isn’t answering her. He looks like a deer in headlights.
Aw, Jonas.
“St. Francis Academy,” I say, answering for my brother.
Jonas flashes me a grateful smile and I grin at him. Some things will never change.
“Okay. I’ll do my best,” Eric says.
“Thank you,” Sarah says. She puts her arm around Jonas’ back and squeezes him tightly, and he leans into her, completely at ease in her tender embrace.
“Okay,” Agent Eric says. “I’ll go talk to my boss right now. I’ll give you guys a call later.” He nods at Kat, reassuring her in particular. “I promise I’ll give it my all.”
“I know you will, Eric,” Kat purrs. She shifts her eyes to me and leaves them there. Oh my God, she’s looking at me like she sees right through me—like my invisible shield has somehow vanished and I’m laid bare for her. “I have full faith in you,” Kat says.
Thirty-Three
Josh
“Henn, pass the ketchup,” I say, but I can barely concentrate on my burger.
Our meeting at the FBI was un-fucking-believable in countless ways, not the least of which is the fact that Kat’s application to The Josh Faraday Club is burning a hole in my proverbial pocket. And heart. And dick.
“You crushed it, Kat,” Jonas says. “You were amazing.”
“Absolutely,” Sarah agrees.
Henn passes the ketchup to me. “Who’s the fucking genius now?” he says. “Damn, girl.” He puts his fist up and she bumps it with hers, a huge smile on her gorgeous face.
Kat fantasizes about me while masturbating?
“To Kat,” Sarah says, raising her beer, and the rest of us hold up our beers in Kat’s honor, too. “You’re the reason Eric started taking us seriously,” Sarah says. “No doubt about it.”
“Aw, thanks,” Kat says. “But it was definitely a team effort.”
We all raise our glasses again and drink to “the team.”
She wants to feel my hard-on sliding deep inside her?
I clear my throat. “So how are we gonna get the money, Henn?” I ask, pointedly not looking at Kat. Shit, I’m hard as a rock right now. If I look at her, I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from grabbing her and kissing the hell out of her right here and now, in front of everyone. “I thought you said most of those accounts are set up for in-person transfer only.” Fuck. I can’t stop imagining Kat masturbating.
Ever since I saw you in that hallway, she wrote, I’ve taken self-love to an art form.
I shift in my chair, trying to relieve the throbbing of my dick in my pants, but it’s no use.
“They are,” Henn says. “Which, obviously, means we’re going to transfer the money in-person.” He pauses, shooting Kat a meaningful look. “Hello, Oksana Belenko.”
Kat grimaces sharply. “Oh, I dunno—” she begins.
“You’ll be fine,” Henn says. “I’ll set you up with a passport and a driver’s license—”
“I don’t know if I can—” Kat says, sputtering.
“You can,” Henn says. “Today proved that. Indubitably. Don’t worry, Kitty Kat.” He touches the top of her hand. “I’ll hack into each account and shave thirty years off Oksana’s age—they won’t even question you’re her for a second. And then I’ll walk into each and every bank with you, right by your side.”
“But will she be safe?” Sarah asks.
“I’ll make sure of it,” Henn says.
“So will I,” I add.
At my words, Kat’s eyes flicker to me and my cock hardens even more. The right thing to do is pull her aside and kiss her for the first time in private—but I’m not sure I can wait.
A waitress walks by and Kat flags her. “Double Patron shots all around, please.” When the waitress leaves, Kat lets out a long exhale. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Kat, are you sure?” Sarah asks. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do. This ain’t no casino heist, fellas—and very pretty lady.” She winks at Sarah. “This is about taking these guys down so they can’t hurt you ever again, Sarah. It’s a no-brainer.”
Holy shit. She’s blowing my mind today—first, with the FBI guy, and then with her application, and now with this. She’s willing to impersonate Oksana Belenko to steal The Club’s money? I wouldn’t have thought it possible when we first started on this bizarre adventure, but Kat’s turned out to be every bit as valuable to the team as any of us—far more valuable than me, actually.
“We’ll create an offshore account,” Jonas is saying to the group. “And funnel everything into it at the last possible moment.”