“Oh, no,” Gage balks. “After two hours, bored as hell, I yanked her earbud out and asked what she was reading—an attempt to show interest and prove I’m not always a dick. She licked her lips slowly and told me she was reading some book about a big, tatted muscleman who has sex with the girl he’s guarding in public. When my mouth fell open, speechless, she hummed, forehead pinched in thought, and added that the girl slits his throat.” The three of us erupt into laughter. She can certainly strike unexpectedly—I’ll give her that.
