Hayden straightened, his entire body rigid, the color draining from his face. “What did you mean by satellite, B?”

Beck instantly regretted letting his thoughts slip. He gently placed Myla back on her feet.

He smirked, trying to sound casual. “Nothing, Hay. I was just rambling. Let’s go, My. I saw a horror mini-series you might like.”

But Myla didn’t budge. She slid behind him and stood between him and the door, blocking his exit. She turned to the men, her expression ...