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Chapter 14: Hostage

"I'll be back in an hour."

"But Dom," Mia protested.

I cut across her, "Just pay it. I'll have money for the insurance tomorrow."

She left me alone as I walked out to the Charger. Cranking it up I noticed I would need gas. I waited until I got around the corner before I started cursing under my breath. It was times like this that I missed the seven and what it had represented. The Mazda was the car I could rip and run in. I felt like I could solve most of my life's problems in that car: winning races to pay the bills. The rest of the team, at the complete irreparable demise of the seven, had stepped up. We'd kept afloat for the first month. And then my medical bills started pouring in. I had been fortunate that I'd only spent one night there 'for observation'. I'd only had a dislocated shoulder, bumps, bruises, and a couple deep cuts from glass. But it was still expensive even when they put me on a payment plan.

Since the insurance company had already totaled the seven, they weren't willing to make another payout on it. So for the time being I was stuck with what I had. The garage was still doing steady business but I noticed that we'd burned a lot of the money we made here on constant repairs and mods to our cars. That and having parts sent overnight from Japan, not because we needed to, but because we could. And while Harry had let us run up a tab at The Racer's Edge it was based on an understanding that I would regular payments on it. And this month I just didn't know where it would come from.

Mia's next tuition payment was coming up which is what caused me to leave the café in a huff. I found myself in front of the bank, about to do something that I had hoped not to do at all. Exhaling a deep breath I walked inside to mortgage the garage.

"Hey," I heard around one am when I finally returned to the house. I squinted to see the figure sitting on the steps leading to the front door.

"What are ya doin' out here baby?" I asked, slightly slurred. I made my way up the steps to sit next to her. We didn't touch, just sat in silence looking out onto the deserted street. Her hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail. She was wearing one of my pullover sweatshirts. It was too big for her. Her legs were pulled under it so all I could see were her toes. She was thinking again. She had waited for me to come home but she'd probably never admit it.

"You smell like a cheap bar," she said wrinkling her nose in distaste.

"Yep."

"Is it as bad as before?" She was asking about our money problems. I didn't need her to clarify.

"Worse." Letty uncurled herself standing to stretch. I followed her upstairs, into the shower, then into our room. Her wet hair tickled my nose as we lay spooned in the bed. There was no need to talk.

The following morning I was the only person left in the house when I woke. I was surprised I'd slept this late. Mia started bustling around the moment I pulled up to the café at lunch time. The rest of the team was already there having their sandwiches. I took the seat open next to Vince, my stomach dancing when Mia placed the turkey sandwich in front of me. I took a roll of money out of my shirt pocket, handing it to her. She looked perplexed.

"What's this?"

"Insurance money," I told her around my bite of sandwich.

"But you gave me money earlier," she said staring at the money in her hand. I paused to finish chewing.

"I did?" I asked slowly. Her forehead wrinkled. Vince's hand reached out to grab my chips.

"Yeah. Letty gave it to me."

I shrugged. I don't know where that money had come from but it hadn't come from me. "Here's the rest. Keep it and pay something else." I turned back to finish eating, my plate missing just about all of my chips.

"We'll see you back at the garage," Vince said standing up. I gave him a filthy look. Leon, Jesse, and Letty followed him, leaving me alone with my sister and my sandwich. I intended to ask about the mystery of the extra money when I finally got to the garage but everyone was working hard. Unwilling to disturb productivity I dug right in. We could talk later at dinner. But dinner came and went. I just didn't have the heart to ask her where she'd gotten the money. It would probably lead to a question about where I was getting my money from. And for the moment I just didn't want to share.

Around eight pm Letty ran upstairs, changed into tight leather pants and a colorful t-shirt that hugged her body. I didn't mention it when she grabbed her keys and mumbled something about going out. I wasn't going to police her. But it was my turn to sit on the steps. But she didn't come home right away. I conceded at two-thirty to go to bed, crawling under the sheets to pretend that I was asleep if she decided to show up. When I woke up at seven I noticed that she never made it to bed.

If I went downstairs and she wasn't home I was going to break my rule and call her. I wouldn't be able to pretend that I wasn't worried about her. But the table was full with the right number of people when I made it there for breakfast. Letty and I shared a look. I had nothing to worry about so I wouldn't pry.

Two weeks later, the payment from the bank came through. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I paid the bills. I promised myself that this was a temporary fix. But I didn't look for a new car. And Letty still kept disappearing, coming home with money that she'd stuff in my pockets or the coffee can that held our gas money. One night I was sitting on the floor of our room, the contents of the top dresser drawer spread around me. I was determined to be up when she got home tonight. I filtered through the detritus throwing out old receipts and phone numbers from really random girls that I'd never called. I opened a plastic bag that I had tossed in there haphazardly three and a half years ago.

The contents inside filled me with memories. Here were Mia's letters, written to me while I was in Lompoc. I pulled out a crude photo album I had glued together while I was there. I flipped through to review the pictures, pausing to give each one a detailed search. I spent a long time looking at picture of them at their second Christmas while I was away. Han, Daphne, Vince, Letty, and Mia were all smiling at me, their younger selves clearly happy. It was surreal to look back on the memories that had comforted me, made me long for home. I read over the letters again, picking out phrases that made a smile ghost my lips, a chuckle escape my chest even now. Daphne's pregnant…Finally my lunch will be safe!...I am curious about how he makes his money but if anyone else knows, they're not saying…Would you tell me?

Mia's words swirled in my head. I had known that Han was doing work of a questionable nature but I'd respected him enough to keep my mouth shut. I'd felt my portion of guilt for it. It still haunted me to see pictures of Daphne and realize that his work had resulted in her death. Work that had put food on my table, socks in my drawer in prison. I was lucky my best friend didn't resent me. I placed the letters and the album in my saved pile then reached in the bag to retrieve the business card at the bottom. Lucky. I hadn't thought about that guy since I left. I wondered vaguely if he'd gotten out of prison. Another smile ghosted my lips. I wondered if he'd murdered his cheating girlfriend and landed back in. Maybe I would check in the morning. I replaced the things I wanted to keep in the drawer before sweeping up the rest of the garbage.

Finally ready to concede defeat I turned off the light to lie in bed. I was just starting to fall asleep when I heard Letty's car come to a stop in front of the house. I could hear her trying to keep quiet as she shuffled through the house. She bypassed the room, turning on the shower within seconds of closing the bathroom door. So I hadn't waited in vain after all. Letty entered the room a short while later and I heard her fumbling for the top drawer, then my wallet. She found it and there was a rustle of money as she stuffed it clumsily into the fold. The drawer closed then she rustled around some more, finding clothes to wear to bed in the dark. I'd had time so my eyes had already adjusted to the dark. Watching her trying to gently crawl into bed so she wouldn't wake me made my heart hurt. She was working so hard to help me. She laid her head on my bare chest, stroking it lazily.

"Thanks for not scaring the crap out of me when I first walked in," she said.

"No problem." I started tracing circles on her back. She knew I was waiting for an explanation.

She gave a deep soul weary sigh, "It's not a secret."

I rubbed my hands over her back feeling her settle. I was waiting for her to tell me what she was doing when stayed out all night. Instead the admission I'd wanted to keep under wraps popped out, "I mortgaged the garage."

She kissed my chest, "So we're all moonlighting."

"I'd really like it if you stopped," I told her carefully. Demands with her wouldn't go over very well.

"You miss me at night?" she teased. I grunted in response making her laugh and rolling on top of me. Instinctively I adjusted to hold her in a loose hug.

"Sometimes."

"Well now you know how I feel when you make major decisions without me," she countered seriously.

"It's my garage Letty," I said gruffer than I had intended. She didn't flinch.

"Good to know." Her tone was so flippant that I felt my temper rise.

"I don't care where you go at night. But stop it."

"Excuse me?" she said working to push up away from me. I reinforced my hold.

"Now." The tone I used implied the words, 'you heard me'.

"Would you have a problem if any of the boys were out there, late night, bringing money in?" she said heatedly before biting me. She knew the answer was no.

"But I'm not sleeping with them, I'm sleeping with you. Or trying to sleep," I added. Letty changed direction, flopping listlessly on top of me. I loosened my hold then slid her onto her back so I could lie on my side, trapping her under my leg.

"You can chill Dom. I'm just..." I cut across her.

"And now you're not."

"Fu…" I kissed her.

"Play nice."

She heaved a sigh like she was struggling for patience, "I'm being really nice right now by being honest. I'm not quitting."

"I'm not discussing this with you anymore."

"So you're the only person who can work on his own. This is exactly what I was talking about with you and Tran," Letty yelled at me. She turned her head from me and closed her eyes, "You never learn."

I didn't respond and we eventually fell into restless sleep. The morning brought the revelation that Letty had been telling me the truth. She was going to keep doing whatever it was that she was doing. But I thought of Lucky's card now tucked into my pocket and Letty's final words last night. Savagely I told myself that I had learned. And to prove it after I talked to Lucky I asked Vince to come with me to meet him.

"Dominic! And this must be your friend Vince," Lucky greeted us his arms swept wide. I stepped up, giving him a manly hug. Vince didn't unfold his arms from his chest, still assessing the situation. "Come on up to the veranda, I've got mojito's."

I gave Vince a raised eyebrow as we followed Lucky onto his covered wraparound porch. Veranda! He offered us seats facing the ocean and tall glasses filled with the minty rum concoction.

"I'm really glad you called me Dominic," Lucky said smiling and directing conversation to Vince, "You know this guy was my best friend in Lompoc. Even if he let me get my ass beat."

Vince gave him a less frosty look. Vince did not give his trust easily but Lucky didn't seem put off by his behavior.

"You got respect though," I offered. I wasn't going to apologize for not getting involved.

"Yeah yeah, this guy," Lucky laughed. I gave him a grin. An older woman came out of the house supporting tray laden with pastries. The pastries made it to the table, she refreshed Lucky's drink. When the woman disappeared I decided to assuage my curiosity.

"What ever happened to that girlfriend you told me about?"

"Oh, that!" he chuckled, "She's running up credit cards at the big mall in the sky now." Vince gave him a raised eyebrow.

"That's unfortunate," I told him lazily.

"Yes. But enough about me, what can I do for you?" He took a sip of his drink, pushing the plate of pastries towards Vince.

"I could use a way to supplement my income."

Lucky sat back in his chair, steeped his fingers while giving Vince an once-over, "Just you or your friend too?"

"The both of us," Vince spoke up. Lucky hummed to himself, assessing Vince again.

"Well you like to drive right? You're decent drivers," neither of us nodded or responded as Lucky tapped his chin in thought, "Let's see. I could use some guys to boost cars. You ever boost cars?"

Vince and I looked at him in distaste. It was one thing to race. But to steal another man's ride was inviting bad car karma. I shook my head no to reinforce our dismissal of that idea. Lucky shrugged then provided another option.

"You two are mechanics right? You know how to dismantle cars and such. I have a chop operation that could use your help. How fast can you salvage parts?"

Vince shook his head no before I could even look at him. I agreed. That was just as bad as boosting cars. I wouldn't feel comfortable stripping cars when I spent my life putting them together. Lucky shrugged again.

"Alright. You two are going to be difficult to place. Let me think. Let me think," he trailed off. We sat in the shade, hearing the sea crash lightly against the sand. Lucky took another swallow, giving Vince a third long look before speaking, "I think this is a good gig for you but you'll have to carry guns."Vince and I didn't commit right away.

"Keep talking," Vince told him impatiently. Lucky looked bolstered by Vince's response.

"A few years ago we took over a small distribution operation. I could use your help keeping people honest and on schedule. We issue guns for intimidation. Fortunately you two don't look like you need them," Lucky looked at me and smiled at my muscles. "And I can boast that I haven't had anyone get shot in at least two months," Lucky looked at Vince's stony face, "although that might change."

"So basically you want us to be enforcers," I said evenly.

"Um, I wasn't thinking quite so mafia. More like I want you to coordinate and oversee the drops made between the suppliers and the clients," Lucky elaborated, "You'll be in charge of your own territory of shops. They provide lists of what they need and you reconcile them with what you have in your warehouse." Vince looked unmoved so Lucky moved to seal the deal. "It comes with a lackey to do your grunt work like get parts you need… or pastries."

I looked at the plate of pastries then back at Vince who still hadn't moved. The fact that he wasn't eating was a big tell. He wasn't exactly comfortable with this job either but it was a lot better than the first two options. We wouldn't be doing the grunt work so maybe we could pretend that we didn't know that the parts we were going to supply were lifted from boosted cars.

"How much does this pay?" Vince asked after several tense moments. Internally I breathed a sigh of relief. If he was willing to back me up on this, Lucky must have made it through Vince's sixth sense of trust. Lucky eyed me and I nodded my agreement to continue negotiations.

"Thirty-five hundred a week," Lucky said, taking another sip from his rapidly disappearing mojito, "each."

Vince reached for a pasty, taking a big bite. Oh yeah, he was willing to go onboard. His appetite was no longer affected by qualms.

"So when do we start?" I asked.

Lucky clapped his hands together, "Right now. But erm Vince, I'd really like to keep my shooting tally low."

One afternoon in May I found myself in the quiet garage, working on replacing the brakes and tires on my new rx-7. After two months of working for Lucky I'd squirreled enough money away to put down half on a new car. It had taken me most of the day to realize that I couldn't fathom driving anything else. Not when I had the resources. The Mazda for me was the same as the Charger was to my Papa. It was part of what I had formed my identity around. Jesse had laughed at me when I pulled up to the house in it, before promptly going to resurrect his old ideas for my previous seven to update for this one.

After I finally got the last lug nut tightened, I closed up and left for the house. It was decked out for Memorial Day. We were supposed to have a party to celebrate both Memorial Day and the belated end of classes for Mia tonight. The rest of the team was already here working under Mia's direction. Or that had been the plan. When I walked into the house though, the guys were sitting on the couch playing a game and ribbing one another. I didn't pause, trudging upstairs to get ready myself. I passed Mia's room where music was playing louder than normal. Guess she and Letty were in there sharing secrets again. It seemed like Letty was always talking to everyone else more than she was talking to me lately.

But I didn't let the thoughts bother me. Instead I got ready for the party then spent the first two hours of it grilling for the masses. We were having a good time too. Sam's friend had volunteered to DJ for Mia so people were dancing, the dancing getting wilder as the booze started flowing. I grinned. This had the makings of a really great party.

"Hey Dom wanna beer?" Justine offered me, coming to stand beside the grill.

"Of course he does. Thanks," Letty said in a steely voice. She took the beer from Justine and took a deep swallow. Justine walked away, partly stunned, partly embarrassed that she had been caught.

"Letty," I exhaled. She just gave me a blank look before handing me the beer and stalking off. Tonight she was wearing black leather pants, a leather vest, and nothing else. I watched the crowd part around her, guys forgetting themselves for a moment and ogling her body. I felt the old temptation to rip out their eyes back in play. Leon had appeared out of the crowd and magically by my side, his hand outstretched for the tongs.

"Get going before she does," he warned, shooing me away from the grill. I didn't really need the reminder. The crowd, which had parted for Letty seconds before practically scattered as I ate up the path she'd just taken. I heard the whispering and sniggering but I didn't care what they thought. I made it to the front hallway when Mia came through the front door. She took one look at my face and grinned.

"Well there was a lot of cursing but she said she'd be back to deal with you later," Mia said smugly before moving into the mass of people in the living room. I went to rest by the stairs but Vince caught up to me, gesturing that we should go outside. I'd forgotten. We had a quick drop-off to oversee tonight. We got into the Maxima, Vince not wasting time assessing my mood.

"Who was it tonight?"

"Justine."

"You should really deal with this."

"How? I can't stop people from talking."

"No. But you can refuse to light your own fire."

"And how am I supposed to do that," I grumbled sourly.

"Stop being nice to them. Brush 'em off. Cold and firm. You did a really good job of it when you and Letty first broke up." I looked at Vince's profile. He was right. I knew how to keep girls off me when I wanted to. We didn't speak again as we pulled up to the warehouse. Greg, our lackey, was waiting with the keys to a black Hummer. Got to love the company car.

"I'm not really familiar with this part of town," Greg said passing the list to me. I glanced over it for the address and I felt myself go cold. I knew exactly where we were making a delivery tonight. I passed the list to Vince who gave it a glance before his face turned to stone.

"I'm driving the rig," Vince said menacingly. Greg relinquished the keys quickly then fumbled for the passenger door to the Hummer, barely getting in before I gunned the engine and took off down the street, Vince following us in the eighteen-wheeler. Twenty minutes later we pulled up behind The Racer's Edge, the strangeness of Harry being the new addition to our client list not escaping me.

Harry gave me and Vince horrified looks when he saw us. His eyes widened at the shotgun Vince was carrying. He didn't even pretend that it was a normal night for him. Harry silently handed Greg the money which he went to count on a machine in the back of the SUV.

"It's good," Greg called out. Vince tossed him the keys for Greg to unlock the doors of the trailer. A pair of guys started unloading the parts. Vince and I walked over to Harry, Vince thrusting the list into his stunned hands.

"This is unexpected," I said conversationally. Vince sniffed next to me, shifting the shotgun slightly. Harry stared at it warily then gave Vince's face a long look. He must have figured out that Vince wouldn't have trouble shooting him, regardless of our history together.

"I'm gonna pretend that I don't see either of you. I'm not going to mention these visits ever," Harry said vehemently, his hands rising in a gesture of peace, "I'd really like to continue dealing directly with Greg." Vince nodded at him.

"I think that would be best Harry," I told him pleased that he understood the need for boundaries. Vince and I returned to the Hummer to lean against it, releasing Harry from the conversation. We watched the trailer being emptied. Greg bounded over to Harry to ask for a new list. One of the bay doors opened up and Vince tensed beside me. For a moment I thought we had been set up but the sight that met me made me wish we had been. I recognized the woman who walked across the pavement, a piece of paper in her hand.

"This isn't going to be a problem is it Harry?" I heard her ask as he ran his eyes across her list. He shook his head no before his eyes came up to rest on my face. Letty finally turned to follow his gaze, her eyes landing on mine. She raised an eyebrow at me but I didn't move. I was too angry. She turned away, silently dismissing me. My hands itched to find their way around her neck. Greg was supplied the new list. He tossed Vince the keys but Vince threw them back. Greg happily entered the rig and we followed him back to the warehouse in the Hummer. I think he was eager to be away from the two of us with our murderous glares.

Vince and I didn't talk at all on the way back to the house. It was only midnight now. The party was still in full swing. We'd only been gone for eighty minutes. Letty was waiting for me inside, sitting on the landing of the stairs with Leon. Jesse and Mia were also there, making jokes. Letty gave me calm look which made my temper rise. So she was going to pretend that nothing was wrong. Vince closed the door behind us before leaning against it with his arms crossed.

I pointed to Letty angrily, "You! Upstairs! Now!"

Her eyes narrowed, "You sure you don't want Justine instead?"

The team whipped their gazes between my livid face and her pretend calm one. Her eyes were flashing too much to truly be considered calm. I flashed up the small set of stairs separating us, coming to lean down into her face. She didn't even flinch.

"I'm not repeating myself," I told her so low that only Leon could hear me.

"And I'm not explaining myself to you," she replied just as low. I gripped the front of her leather vest, dragging her to her feet. No one stopped me as I hoisted her over my shoulder, carrying her up and out of sight of our house full of guests. She didn't struggle or fight as I expected her to. In fact she didn't respond at all as I threw her on our bed. I stepped back to start pacing the floor. Letty kicked off her boots, removed her socks, and then lay back on the bed to watch me.

"So you're slinging parts for Harry after hours," I started, trying to inject calm into my voice.

"Not really," she responded. I stopped to look at her.

"Then what are you really doing?" She didn't respond so I went over to the bed to reach for her vest again. She popped up onto her knees, pushing my hands away.

"Don't do that again!" she yelled at me enraged.

"No, don't you do that again!" I yelled back. "You know the type of people he's involved with! We shoot people Letty! Shoot them!" I was so angry. Couldn't she see that I didn't want her to be hurt? This was too dangerous for her.

"You need to chill out. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself," she said, not yelling this time but not calmly either.

"Clearly not," I countered with less heat.

"You're not objecting to Vince being out there with you," Letty pointed out, sinking back onto the bed. I resumed pacing. She was expecting me to say something about Vince being a burly guy but I surprised her.

"Vince and I are doing this together, watching each other's backs."

She gave me a sad smile, "Well at least you took my advice."

I sat on the side of the bed, rubbing her stomach placating, "Letty, I'm begging you to stop. I won't be able to protect you if Harry crosses me or my boss." The lie came quickly. I knew deep down that I would step in to protect her from any threat, regardless of the lines I'd have to cross. She unbuttoned her vest and pants, shrugging out of both before flipping over onto her stomach. She'd been completely naked under that outfit. Wow. I lay on my side to run my hand lazily over her body.

"What if I worked with you and Vince?" she asked suddenly. I didn't want to say no. I placed a kiss on her shoulder.

"I think you'd be too distracting to me." I felt her huff under my hand.

"You're unbelievable Toretto," she told me lazily. I'd started tracing patterns on her skin. The door to our room opened and I jumped up, flinging the covers over Letty's body.

"Yo Dom, we all need to talk," Leon began without preamble to lean against the dresser.

"This can't wait?" I asked in frustration.

"No," said Mia moving past him and into the room to prop herself against the window sill.

"What about our guests?" I asked trying to shoo them back downstairs but Jesse came in, going to sit at Letty's feet. He tickled them and she kicked him lightly.

"They won't even notice we're gone," Leon said.

"So stop stallin'," Vince growled, pushing in last and leaning against the shut door.

I sat on the edge of the bed to look at each of them. It felt like an intervention. I waved my hand for someone to start talking.

"We can't go on like this," Mia said.

"Yeah, we're supposed to be a team," Jesse added.

"But really we're more like family," Mia continued.

"And family doesn't keep secrets from each other," Leon tacked on.

"They want to know what's going on," Vince said gruffly.

"And you agree," I stated looking at Vince. He shrugged.

"I don't want any more surprises," he responded, pointing at Letty who was still lying covered up on her stomach. She hadn't moved.

"Alright, so who's sharing first?" I asked. Leon, Jesse, and Mia looked between one another confused. "I want to hear yours before I tell you mine."

Letty spoke, her voice sounding sleepy, "They're talking about your secrets dipshit. Well our secrets really."

I sighed, looking at the eager faces of Mia, Leon, and Jesse. They really wanted to know what was going on. And I didn't have the heart not to tell them. Leaning against the headboard, I swung my legs onto the bed and proceeded to explain in excruciating detail how Vince and I were moonlighting for Lucky.

"Well that explains where you and Vince go. But it doesn't explain your disappearances Letty," Mia said a quarter of an hour later. Vince spared her from responding, telling them the story of how we saw Letty tonight at a job. He didn't mention Harry and neither did I. I didn't want to taint our team's current legitimate dealings with him.

"I'm impressed," Jesse said in awe, giving Letty's prone figure an appreciative look.

"So what now?" I asked them.

"Maybe we should all consider helping you and Vince out," Leon suggested. I threw him a nasty look.

"What?" he asked innocently. I nodded my head at Mia making his eyes open in understanding, "Oh."

"Don't bother telling me you don't want me to do it. I'm not volunteering," Mia said quickly.

"Smartest shit I've heard all night," Vince approved. Mia gave him a small smile which he returned.

"What about you Jesse?" I asked to be fair. I wanted to see what he would do.

"I dunno Dom. I'm not as intimidating as you or Vince," he explained, "And I don't think I could shoot anyone either."

"That's fair," I told him. I returned my gaze to Leon.

"You shoot anyone lately scruffy?" Leon asked Vince.

"Define 'lately'," Vince responded, his lips curling into a menacing smile. Leon seemed to mull this over.

"What about you baby girl? You keeping your old job or moving to the new one?" Leon asked instead. Letty finally stirred, twisting herself in the sheets to cover her body. She sat with her back against the headboard with me, knees drawn up to her chest, head resting on her folded arms.

"Neither. I'm taking a break," I reached out to rub her arm. Thank God for small favors. She gave Vince a half smile, "I was almost shot tonight."

Leon laughed, "Well I think I'll sit this one out too."

Mia's was looking at the floor, her face twisted into a confused frown. Her eyes bounced between me and Letty then back at the floor.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She gave me a sharp look then picked up whatever had caught her attention on the floor. The guys stared as Mia raised her eyebrow at me, Letty's vest hanging from her fingers.

"Well time to go," Leon said clapping his hands together and moving swiftly to the door which Vince had slipped out of before the other's had time to react.

"Yep, night Dom. Letty," Jesse said to us quickly, running behind Leon. Mia chucked the vest at Letty who laughed.

"You two are so sick," Mia said ruefully, shaking her head then closing the door behind her.

"Think they'll respect a closed door in the future?" Letty asked me with a grin. I kissed her.

"They'll get an eyeful if they don't," I told her before pulling her underneath me.