"Not funny," Delores snapped, glaring daggers at him. Still, she loosened her grip when she felt him tapping vigorously on her hand—a clear surrender.
Only to hear him cough dramatically and quip, "Cough—cough—so we're starting with choking and public s—guh—"
"Do you have a death wish?" Delores yelled, tightening her grip instinctively. God, she really wanted to snap his neck. But she couldn't. For the first time in her life, she actually regretted being too damn loyal. If not for that annoying sense of gratitude, she wouldn't be holding back right now.
During the entire exchange, Matthews just watched, arms crossed, not saying a word—or lifting a finger to stop Delores. Not because she didn't care. But because she, too, kind of wanted to break a few of Ace's bones after getting confirmation from him that Delores hadn't been exaggerating earlier.
And yet—she liked him too much to act on those thoughts.