“What?” Erin asked. “Mmm…” she moaned, her eyes heavily lidded as she stared down at me and raked her fingernails down my torso. He’d been using Ashlee as a distraction and to keep tabs on me. What are you thinking?”
“Not sure, yet,” I said. “Take your shirt off.”
Without waiting for my response, Carla reached for the hem of her dress, drew it over her head, and tossed it aside. I’d just assumed it was because of Helen, but…
Psalter continued, “He never used any cash, and there’s no record of him flying out there, but I couldn’t find any record of his travel to the UAE, which is where he claimed to be. “Take your shirt off.”
Without waiting for my response, Carla reached for the hem of her dress, drew it over her head, and tossed it aside. I stared at Natalie’s text message for the third time this morning, trying to decide whether to respond. Just choose something, Marcus.
