Ides and Nick conversation from Chapter 3:
“Get that tracer off my car!” I jerk my head toward the spot he was just touching.
Nick stands up and glares at me.
When I glance at the shelf next to me, there’s some hand sanitizer there. I take a squirt and pass the gun from hand-to-hand as I freshen up my skin.
“Look, lady . . .” he huffs and narrows his eyes “. . . I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re not a superhero here.” He’s even more spectacular to look at when he’s seething at me. My heart flutters, and my lips part as my mouth goes wet. “We have a job to do, and you’re only slowing us down.”
I laugh. “This is a job? Oh, forgive me . . . I thought it was a hobby, since you’re never going to be as slick as Ides.”