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terms with the fact that I will be the one who gets this contract when this is all over.”
    “Like hell.” Goddammit.
    “Is there going to be a problem?” Vlad asks. “Because if so, one of you has to stay behind. Since this is a favor for your friend, Conrad, that would be you. Miss Arias paid me in cash last night.”
    That bitch. “No,” I say, the word rumbling out like a growl. “Everything is fine.”
    “Good,” he says. “Stow your… oh, you don’t have any gear.” Vlad turns to look at Victoria and notices she has no gear either. “You’re not staying overnight?”
    “No,” we say together.
    “Day trip only, I told you that last night,” I say. “It’s a one-day corporate event on Sandcastle Cay. I’ll only be an hour. You can just wait.”
    “I’m not waiting,” Vlad says. “I have clients on another cay who need a ride back this afternoon. I’m gonna head over there, get lunch and a drink with them, then fly them back to Miami.”
    “Pick me up on the way home,” Victoria says. “I’ll be ready.”
    “I won’t have room, Miss Arias. This is a four-passenger plane and there are three of them plus luggage.”
    “So we’re just going to be stuck out there?”
    “I can come back. But it won’t be until late afternoon.”
    “Fine, that will work,” I say.
    “Good,” Vlad says. Then he winks at Victoria and points to the co-pilot seat. “You can sit next to me if this guy creeps you out. We’re gonna land during low tide today, so the beaches will be nice for whatever you have going on out there. Perfect, actually.”
    Victoria smiles that beautiful smile and says, “Why, thank you, Vlad. I think I’ll take you up on that. And thanks for the tip about the tides.” She slips those high heels back on and makes a big show of getting in the plane and crossing her legs.
    I get in the back and pretend that the blatant flirting going on up front isn’t pissing me off. She’s doing it on purpose. In fact, I think he’s doing it on purpose too.
    It’s one day, Conrad. One day and then you’ll get the contract signed and never have to see Victoria Arias again .
    “Are we stopping at customs?” I yell once we are taxiing on the water.
    Vlad shoots me a grin over his shoulder as he pulls back on the control wheel and we take flight. “What do you think, Mr. Corporate?”
    I’m going to kill Mr. Mysterious for this. Kill that crazy motherfucker. Why does he have to live on the edge all the time? Why does he have to court disaster and jail time? Does he regret that we were never found guilty for the rape accusation back in college? Does he want to go to prison? Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I think that guy has ‘suicide mission’ listed as his main goal in life. That’s his five-year plan. Get arrested for the stupid fucked-up shit he does to earn money in the world.
    I should never call him again. I should forget I ever met the guy. I should cut ties with all of the Misters, now that I think about it.
    Weird shit is happening. Weird shit that makes me think way too much of the past.
    And the fact that Victoria Arias has suddenly appeared back in my life isn’t making things look any better.
    In fact, it looks a lot like a setup. It looks a lot like someone really is fucking with us again. It looks a lot like a mistake.
    And if I get arrested because Paxton Vance’s pilot is some kind of international criminal, I’m definitely taking him down with me.
    Victoria and Vlad chat back and forth on headsets after that. I stew in the back wondering just exactly what brought her back in my life. It’s suspicious. I know what’s going on with the rest of the Misters. Match filled me in about Nolan’s whole trainwreck of a night a few weeks ago and that alone is enough to make me suspicious.
    But add in Perfect’s drama and we are starting to see a pattern. People have been appearing from the past and starting shit. Some of it, like the stuff with Perfect, was fairly benign. But