“Or maybe I should just tell Tyrone what a good thing he has in you, and let fate take over.”
“Don’t you dare,” AJ warned as he went for the door. His palm slipped on the handle as he fiddled with the lock. By the time he stepped back to get out of Tyrone’s way, it wasn’t just his hands that were sweaty.
“Tell me you got winners.” Tyrone’s cologne drifted behind as he walked past, a musky scent that always made AJ want to sink to his knees. “Because me and Kira found the perfect place for us. Straight shot to the Strip, security, even a lock-up for storage like you wanted.”
“See?” AJ looked pointedly at Janie, hoping she would take the hint. “He and Kira worked it out.”
Tyrone stopped between them, his slight frown hopping back and forth. “You doubted me? I am deeply dismayed.”
“Of course, we didn’t,” Janie said. “I just didn’t expect you to find something so soon, that’s all.”