Page 155 of Hard Rain

“I hate loose ends.” Whip drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

Axel snorted.

“No, you don’t.”

Whip shot a quick glance over.

“You love loose ends.”

“I absolutely do not.”

“You do. Gives you something to think about.”

“I’d rather have answers.”

“You’d get bored.”

Whip considered that for a second.

“…Maybe.”

Axel grinned at him.

“See? Knew it.”

Silence settled between them, and Whip smiled.

The tires hissed over wet pavement.

After a minute, Axel grumbled.

“I’m hungry.”

“You’re hungry?” Whip blinked.

“I skipped dinner.”

“We literally just walked out of a homicide scene.” Whip huffed and shook his head.

“And?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m six-four and two-forty-five. My stomach doesn’t care about dead sex traffickers.”

Despite himself, Whip laughed.

“There it is.”

“What?”

“You laughed.”

“I did not.”

“You absolutely did.”

Whip shook his head.