“Bullshit,” Dom said, causing Mal to tilt his head at her.
“His idea.”
“Fuck. You don’t think that’s gonna bite you in the ass?”
“If I’m lucky.”
Dom snorted. She sipped her own coffee as she turned back to the museum. “You have yer fun, pal, but once we pull this heist, he’s gonna be pissed.”
“More than likely. But it’ll be a fun ride along the way.”
“You been wantin’ some ‘a that since he showed up last year. He as good as you hoped?” She raised an eyebrow, nudging for details.
Mal didn’t do details, but he couldn’t resist admitting, “Better.”
“Nice. You be careful though.”
“Worried he’ll turn me soft?”
“Worried ya already are. Least for him. Not like anyone else you been with. Knows what you do, who ya are, doesn’t agree with it, but willin’ to fall to his knees anyway, huh?”
Mal refrained from saying that he was the one who fell to his knees last night. “Your point?”
“Nothin’. Better make sure it stays just fuckin’, is all. You tend to get…fixated.”