They came to a rest on the other side of the building from where they started, three blocks away from their car, looking around the corner to see if the construction guys had managed to follow them here.
“You asshole,” Josh panted, spots swimming in front of his eyes.“That wasn’t the plan at all.”
Grace grinned at him, turning his face up to the tiny bit of sky visible beyond the top of the building.“So,” he said, closing his eyes in the beam of imaginary sunshine, “how’s those jitters?”
“Fuck you,” Josh panted.
Grace cackled.“I don’t see anybody—let’s go!”
And then he took off, Josh after him, both of them sprinting like they hadn’t done in a year.Grace won, of course, which meant he was behind the wheel, Josh’s purloined keys in the ignition before Josh was three steps away—but Joshwasthree steps away.
And as Grace was zipping through the Chicago streets, shouting, “Wanna see what Chuck taught me last week?”Josh had to admit it.
His bone-deep yearning for Interpol Officer Liam Craig hadn’t gone anywhere.
But his jitters were nowhere in sight.
