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“I think you called because you need me. What’s wrong? Did you lose your equipment?”
“Dash,” I gritted out. “Find me a safe house.”
“Sure, sure. No problem. I’m pulling up locations right now.”
“I would already have them,” I retorted.
“You know, this rivalry you have with me is totally unfounded. You know I’m just as good as you.”
“If you were as good as me, you would already be sending me the address.”
“I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but usually when you need someone’s help, you try not to insult them.”
“It comes naturally when I speak to you. Do you have a location for me?”
“I do,” he sighed. “Unfortunately, I’m not going to be able to say anything until you admit how much you need me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Not even a little.”
I could hear the laughter in his voice, how much he was enjoying me needing his help. And if it weren’t for the fact that I had a woman relying on me to keep her safe, I would hang up the phone and take my chances, but I wasn’t that proud.
“Fine. I need your help, Dash.”
“Hmmm, that was okay, I guess. You can do better.”
“What more do you want me to say?” I snapped.
“I think you know exactly what I want to hear.”
When I got home, he was going to pay for this. I gritted my teeth, forcing the words from my mouth. “Dash, I don’t know how I would do my job every day without you. The way you hacked the electronic locks on the cells in the mountain hideaway was a feat most people like us couldn’t achieve. I’m astounded by your skills and in envy of…your prowess.”
Skylar giggled beside me, covering it up the moment I glared at her. “Sorry,” she whispered.
“Who’s in the SUV with you?” Dash asked.
“None of your business.”
“Hold on, I’m pulling up the video. Holy shit, who is she?”
“You’re just now pulling up the feed? What’s wrong with you? I would have done that the moment you called.”
“Yeah, well, I believe in not invading other people’s privacy.”
“No, you don’t. I’ve seen your blackmail drive.”
“Hey, that’s private!”
“Then you shouldn’t have kept it on the work server. And while you’re at it, you might want to do a better job encrypting that file labeled Dash’s Dance-off.”
“Alright, alright!” he shouted, clearly distressed by my find. “Fine, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“You can never speak about what you saw on that video.”
“That depends,” I said a little too gleefully.
