Chapter 5

“I’ll take it,” he says.

“What?”

Before he has time to answer, Nina’s phone rings. “Crap. I gotta take this,” she mutters, then in a clear, decisive tone to whoever’s on the line, “One second, please. I’ll be right with you.” She holds her hand over the microphone on her phone and says, “I need to step out. It might take a while, so I’ll go back to the car.”

“All right,” Lo says.

“And you. Amos, was it?”

“Yeah?”

“I trust you to not let him run out of here. He’ll never stop bitching about it, especially not now.”

“I’m not in the habit of forcing people into doing something they don’t want,” I say.

“God, you’re perfect.” She nods, as though I agreed to her demand. “I’ll be back but don’t expect me anytime soon.” She power-walks out of the shop, her heels sounding like rapid fire against the floor. “Hit me,” she demands before the door closes behind her.

I glance at Lo. “She’s like your own private tornado.”