Page 13 of Mile High Heist

“Like who?”

“Whom,” she corrected me, because she just couldn’t help herself. The priss. She huffed again. “That obnoxious cougar—"

“She’s a district judge, actually.”

Olivia’s eyes flashed, then narrowed. I craved her anger. I reveled in it.

I stepped towards her. She leaned back, watching me carefully. “Jealous, prom queen?”

“No,” she lied, jutting up her cute little nose. “Why would I be jealous? I have no claim on you.”

The bitterness in that statement was undeniable.

The hurt was harder to spot, but no less sharp.

Whatever she saw in my face made her scowl deepen. “I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. I’m supposed to be cool and aloof, and you’re totally ruining it.”

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You’re you. It’s enough.”

She looked away quickly, like she didn’t trust herself. I didn’t trust her, either. She was a flighty, unreliable, pretty pain in my ass.

“Did you call me in here just to bitch at me?”

She scoffed. “No.”

“Good.”

“It is good.” She adjusted her scarf, trying to maintain some composure. “Madoc thinks the briefcase is a decoy.”

“It probably is.”

She crossed her arms again.

Don’t look at her tits. Do not—

“Stop looking at me like that.”

I grinned, unashamed, as I leaned back on the door. “This guy is carrying half a billion dollars in stolen cybertechnology. You think he’s just swinging that around in a sparkly briefcase?”

“Maybe.” She pouted softly. “It doesn’t help that I have no idea what I’m looking for.”

“You’ll know when you see it.”

“Great. Super helpful. Thank you.”

I cocked my head, not caring for the attitude. “Getting cold feet, princess?”

“No.” There was not a hint of doubt in her voice. “I need to do this.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you here?”

She blinked, startled at my bluntness. The question had been bothering me for weeks, ever since I found out about her involvement.