âWeâve got the Chicago Police Chief on our side.â
Yep, theyâd mentioned this Washington person on more than one occasion. âWhatâs your relationship with him?â she asked, wrinkling her nose. Visions of Mac and Billy being loaded into a paddy wagon and carted off to the clink ran through her head. Althoughâ¦were paddy wagons even a thing anymore?
âLetâs just say heâs one of the very few people living here in Chicago who is privy to BKIâs true calling, and he owes us a couple of favors. So stop worrying. Sit tight. Stay quiet. And let us take care of this, will you? You know, youâre lucky I let you come at all. I shouldâve made you stay with Ace.â
And, boy, oh boy, all the warmth brought on by his earlier words was instantly replaced by ice-cold indignation. Because if he thought Ace had put up a good fight when heâd been required to stay back at BKI headquarters to answer any calls that might come in from the Knights currently out in the field, heâd have been shocked to his core by the fit sheâd have thrown had he tried to make her hang back. âOh, yeah?â she nodded, channeling a little of her best friend, Becky, and smiling sarcastically, âover my dead body.â
His face hardened, and a muscle started ticking in his wide jaw. âYes, Eve,â he said, his voice quiet. Deadly quiet. âYour dead body, or the fact that weâre trying to keep you from being one, is exactly why weâre here. Now, you stay in the Hummer until we get back. You got me?â
She glared at him, nostrils flaring, breath sawing from her lungs. She wasnât the same girl sheâd been twelve years ago. She could do this. She could . But heâd never see her as anything more than that shy, bumbling, backbone-less eighteen-year-old. And that bothered her even more than all the things Dale Pennyworth had done to her.
âNod your head so I know you understand,â he demanded, reaching back to grab her knee, his dark eyes, even in the dimly lit interior of the vehicle, were diamond-bright, flashing with conviction.
All the bravado sheâd donned threatened to abandon herâespecially with his warm palm burning a hole straight through her jeansâbut she refused to let him see it. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and jerked her chin in a quick nod. And even though she was concedingâwhat other choice did she have?âshe made very sure the look on her face called him a stubborn, autocratic, tyrannical A-hole.
He lifted a brow, withdrawing his hand andâ dangit! âwhy did she suddenly feel bereft? âSomething more you want to say to me?â he asked.
âOh, I figure you understand this expression well enough.â She pointed to her face, ignoring the tingling of her kneecap. âNo reason to gild the lily.â
She thought she saw one corner of his mouth twitch, and her eyes narrowed further.
âSilence about a thing just magnifies it,â he murmured.
And where had she heard that phrase before? Where had sheâ¦Then it hit her. âReally? Youâre quoting Cat on a Hot Tin Roof at me right now?â
âPaybackâs a bitch,â he smiled, his big, square teeth blazing white in his tan face. âYou used to love to sling literary quotes at my head.â
She had?
âI did?â She lifted a brow, thinking back. She had gone through a rather annoying pedantic phase at the end of her teens. âAnd did you find it as irritating then as I do right now?â
âNah,â he lifted a muscled shoulder, and she could see he was biting the inside of his cheek. âI thought you were adorable. So full of love for books, head bursting with knowledge. It was quite endearing, really.â
All her hot air left her like his words were pins and she was a balloon. Because what did a girl say to something like that? Thank you for being nice to meâ¦for once?