After Officer Thornton left, Anissa turned to Dave. "That was a good visit, correct? They believe us now?"
"Well, so far."
"But it is not over?"
"No not until we find Murdoch and put a stop to his shenanigans once and for all." Had he really just used the word shenanigans? The paint fumes must be getting to his head.
She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, adding a yellow stripe to the ebony curl. "Or until he finds us."
He couldn't stand the look of foreboding in her eyes. "That would just make our lives easier. Get it over with." Of course he wasn't in such a big hurry to get it over with, not if it meant Anissa would move on with her new life and leave him behind.
Okay that's it. Something in Dave's brain snapped. He was goddess-damned tired of being serious. He fought to keep from grinning as he eased the still-wet paintbrush out of Anissa's hand.
"I wonder how you'd look as a blonde?"
"What?" She looked up at him, total confusion in her eyes.