“You are not bailing on me.” “Rho,” I croaked. “You try and bolt, and I’ll hunt your ass down.” My lips tried to twitch, but they couldn’t quite get there. “I worked for the FBI. I think I could evade you.” Rho arched a brow. “You don’t know my skills. I found out my college roommate’s boyfriend was cheating on her five states away with nothing more than a first name and the color of his car.” This time, my mouth succeeded at curving.
