She laughed but briefly. She hated how light she felt around Trent despite the fact they were constantly surrounded by death. Somehow he made it all a little easier to handle. He grounded her, and she found his presence comforting, but these days even more than that. She was starting to feel something for him. “Look, Trent, we need to stop this, whatever this is.” She fanned her hand between them.
“Not sure what you’re talking about.”
“You really don’t?” What am I doing?
“No, I don’t.”
She scanned his face. Either he was an amazing actor, or he really didn’t feel the sparks between them. That’s not at all embarrassing… “If you don’t, then I’m not explaining it to you. Forget I said anything. Just take us to New Belle.”
“Aye, aye, boss.” He kept his eyes firmly on the road, and she stared for a few seconds at his profile.
Did he really not have a clue as to what she was talking about? And if not, then why the hell was he wearing cologne all the time lately?