“That’s better,” she muttered as my and Vince’s hands hovered in the air. She chewed on that full lower lip again as she considered me, and her brows scrunched in a frown before she whispered, “Now what?” I pursed my lips to hold in a laugh. Pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to hear that. “Now you tell us your demands?” I offered, curious where this could go. Did she want money? Valuables? Would she turn the gun on Bruno to rob the store? This was far more exciting than the day of meetings I’d had planned.
