Her fear shatters into exasperation as she huffs, “Can’t you use that evil mind for good? Just the once?” I shrug. “Best I can do is inappropriate flirting. Maybe a little light recon if someone seems shady.” She’s adorable when she pouts. Even more so when she wags a finger at me. “Behave, Stalker.” Which is how, for the first time ever, I find myself smiling when I slouch out of a damn limo.
