Page 66 of Misguided

“But?” I call out.

Murphy stands in my doorway, thumbs hooked in his belt loops. “Crackers needs you both downstairs.”

Dog voices my thoughts exactly as he sighs heavily and removes his hands from my face. “Pick this up later, huh?”

“Sure.” I slide off his knees and step back to let him up.

Murphy throws a wink our way before he turns and disappears. At least it was him who busted us up close and personal, and not Crackers. I get the feeling our VP might not be so forgiving.

“You think they have news on Hooch?” I ask.

Dog stands and runs a hand over his head. “Without a doubt if they want both of us.”

Is it possible to feel excited and panicked at the same time? My heart races with anticipation, yet the thought of hiding out and denying whatever Crackers has to say is just as strong.

I hope it’s good. It has to be good. I couldn’t handle it if it weren’t.

“Mel.” One look at Dog’s face and I realize that wasn’t the first time he’d called my name.

“Sorry, what?”

“Don’t overthink it before you’ve heard what he has to say. Just hear him out, okay?” He frowns, and in that split-second I know I was right.

Crackers lied to me.