Chapter 82

Vincent crossed his arms over his lean chest. “You better come up with something better than that, Jacobs. You fucked up badly enough to put us behind schedule. That does nothappen on my soundstage.”

I shrugged, going for carefree and unaffected, even as I started to sweat. “It happens.”

Vincent growled as he stalked around the table and headed straight for me. He was a good six inches shorter than I was, maybe five-ten to my six-four, but somehow I felt like he towered over me. He kept going until we were toe to toe, and he was right up in my personal space.

“It doesn’t happen to you,” he stated, his tone just this side of menacing. “And you sure as fuck don’t do that to me.”