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“There you are.” Cat beamed at her. “Nighthawk will discover if there’s anything we need to know.”
“Thanks. I’ll text Charlie back.” Faith sent the other man a quick hello and told him that she was in the middle of moving. He promised to text again later in the week to see about coffee.
“Now.” Cat rubbed her hands together. “Down to some serious stuff. We need to talk.”
“About what?” Faith asked.
“What we’re doing to that asshole who hurt you last night. I thought I could make him some of my no-bake bars.”
She wanted to make Eric some bars?
“No,” Rafael said sharply as he set two glasses down. “Absolutely not.”
“Dios, you’re such a downer,” Cat grumbled. “If anyone deserves some of my no-bake bars, it’s him.”
“Not saying that he doesn’t. But Alejandro has this covered.”
“I’m just trying to lighten his workload. One less asshole on the planet is a good thing. I’ll make that jerk from last night some bars and then bam! He’s no longer a problem. Don’t worry, I know how to get hold of someone to clean up the dead body.”
“What?”
Faith jumped and glanced over to see Cammie standing in the kitchen, staring at them both in shock.
“Are you . . . are you talking about killing Eric?” Cammie asked.
“Of course she wasn’t,” Faith soothed, standing.
Cammie took a step back . . . as though she was afraid of Faith. Which made absolutely no sense.
Faith spotted the suitcase behind her. What was going on?
“Oh, hey, you must be Cammie. I’m Catarina De Leon.”
There was a strange note to Cat’s voice as she stood and offered her hand to Cammie. Why had she used her full name?
“You look like you could use a drink,” Cat said, letting her hand drop when Cammie didn’t take it. “Will you join us?”
“I thought Eric was at home,” Cammie accused Faith.
“Uh, as far as I know, he is.”
“He is,” Rafael added.
Cammie turned to study him, swallowing heavily.
“Don’t worry about Rafael. He looks as scary as he is, but he won’t harm you,” Cat said.
Hmm. That could best be described as mildly reassuring.
“I . . . I . . . Faith, what is going on? Why are these people here? Do you know who they are?”
Faith stared at Cammie, taking in the distaste and fear on her face.
“Cat’s here because she’s my friend, Cammie.” And even though she barely knew Cat, she’d been far nicer to her than Cammie had, especially during the last few years.
Cat just smiled and waved. “Sorry if me talking about your rat bastard of a husband like that upset you. But really, he doesn’t deserve to live, does he?”
“Cat,” Rafael warned.
