He blinked himself back to full consciousness to find Rachel curled up in LJ’s lap and Francis grinning maniacally from the doorway. “Okay, sure.” Cade got out of the chair with creaky legs and shaking hands, his gaze meeting LJ’s. LJ smiled, a half grin that was probably 40 percent bullshit—Cade matched it with one of his own. They could both pretend they felt secure about getting on a boat with a crooked cop. As they walked through the building, the officers who bothered to glance up gave them nasty looks—and a few pitying, which didn’t sit well in Cade’s stomach. The cops all expected the three of them to be floating in the waves before they touched the shore of the District. “We’re going to the house,” Francis muttered when they reached the back door. His beady eyes alighted on Cade, greed dripping from his pores.
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