I whipped my head around to find the oval dining table. Was he imagining… Of course he was. The horndog. “My eyes are up here.” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “Yes, I know.” He rolled his tongue over his upper teeth. “They’ve been fucking me with greedy looks since I walked in here.” Carnage. There was going to be carnage if he didn’t walk out of here in the next two minutes. “Thanks for the task, the car, and the nausea-inducing conversation. Anything else keeping you here?” I asked. “Yeah.” He reached for the third time into the briefcase, yanking out a small box and flinging it
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