“You’re still beautiful.”
“So are you.”
“There are people in the waiting room that want to see you.”
“They can wait.”
“Your parents are waiting to hear from you.”
“They can wait,” I repeat.
“Word on the street is the drugs you stopped were worth over twenty million dollars.” Now, it’s my turn to be shocked. This I had not heard.
“Is that right?”
“Yes, you did great, Walker. Everyone is praising your whole team.”
“We did our jobs. Speaking of jobs, I understand you are the one who found us.”
She bites down on her lip, her eyes now dancing with happiness. “Trixsters isn’t so bad now, is it?”
“No, babe. It isn’t, but do you care to explain why there was a GPS on your watch?”
“Because Maren was trying out a new software after the Ricky situation.”
“I’ll have to remember to thank her.”
“She’s here, along with Marcus. Which, by the way, he’s declared himself a partner. The whole drive here, he tried to convince us to let him in.”
I groan at the thought. “Doesn’t he have enough shit to deal with at his own job?”
She starts to giggle and flashes me her bright smile. “We should probably let them in.”
“One more question.”
“What?”
“Where’d you get the handcuffs?”
“I borrowed them from Oliver.”
“You mean you stole them?”
“Who, me?” She flutters her eyes dramatically, feigning innocence in the worst way.
“Kiss me before the cavalry bursts through the door.”
She dips her mouth to mine, and every bit of darkness and stress from the last few days disappears.
If I wasn’t afraid her head would explode, I’d laugh. But seeing as her face is a bright shade of red and her eyes are on fire, I tamper down my enjoyment.
“Emi, calm down.”
“I’m calm.” She waves me off and goes back to scrubbing the already spotless countertop.
“Then stop cleaning and come here.”
“Nope.”