BOOK THREE: PURRS, CHAUFFEURS, AND SABOTEURS
Travis stepped up to it, examining the glass, then turned to face the hallway. "If you can find me some duct tape, I might have an idea."
"Nope." I shook my head hard. "Your ideas are usually just inches from getting us arrested. That's shrunk to centimeters given our current location."
"Relax," he said, his usual smile wobbling. "This idea's perfectly legal."
"You can't even say that with a straight face."
"Look." He shoved his cell phone under my nose and pointed.
My gaze strayed to the background picture on his phone of him and his gran. It must've been pretty recent since Gran sported her new pixie haircut. They were posing cheek to cheek, both of their wide grins lit with happiness. Speaking of hearts floating out of heads. They were simply adorable. But that wasn't what he was pointing to.