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She went to her bag and grabbed her sketch pad. Keeping her hands occupied seemed like a good idea right now. She sat in the corner of the couch and pulled her feet up to prop her pad against her legs.
Ezra turned the TV on and looked at the screen. “Fuck. She doesn’t have cable.”
London eyed him over her paper. “Does anyone?”
“Me.”
“It’s such a rip-off. You pay hundreds of dollars a month for channels you never even look at. Streaming’s where it’s at.”
“Good. You pick.” He tossed the remote at her.
“It might be a little easier to pick if I knew what services she has.” The look on his face told her he had no clue. She chose a service and clicked. “Movie?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Yell if something looks interesting.” She began scrolling but felt his gaze on her. Choosing to ignore it, she focused on the titles sliding across the screen. No horror or she’d have nightmares. Nothing sexy or she’d want to jump him again. Comedy should be safe, right? She might even get the added benefit of hearing him actually laugh.
She stopped on a couple of titles to read the descriptions. Nothing piqued her interest, so she handed him the remote again. He picked it up and quickly settled on an action film.
London rolled her eyes. “If you wanted to watch things blow up, why didn’t you just say something?”
“I’ve never seen this. No idea if it’s good.” He pressed play.
She allowed the sounds of the movie to be her background as she sketched. Unfortunately, she found herself drawing him again and that was so not a good idea. Neither was having more wine, but here she was.
She watched him from the corner of her eye and wondered if she could draw him like this. Would he notice?
“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his gaze not leaving the screen.
“Do you ever think about going after the guys who screwed your dad over?”
“Early on, yeah. He talked me out of it. Said he made the decisions and he was partly to blame. It was over and done with and time to move on.”
“Would you get revenge if you could?”
He turned to face her, ignoring the shootout happening on the TV. “I don’t know. My dad let it go. It would be stupid to blow up my life.”
“What if you could do something and not get caught? Something that might make them think twice before screwing over the next guy.” This was definitely the alcohol talking and she was traveling a very thin line.
“Like what? Beating the shit out of them would leave marks. Don’t think I could escape that.”
“Something more insidious. Like steal the money back from them.”
“How the hell would I do that? Armed robbery?”
“That’s no better than beating them up.”
“That’s my point.”
“What about embarrassing them? Show the world the kind of people they are.” She leaned closer, shifting to the space between them.
“Most people know what happened. My dad was caught up in that big Benson and Towers scandal. You hear of it?”
She nodded, knowing she was too close to that line again. “But they didn’t take his shop.”
“No. But losing everything to them made his life more difficult. He wanted to retire, so the dirtbags who bought him out saw an easy mark. He was already worn down.”
She smiled. “I know someone who’s good at computers and...hacking and stuff.”
