“He tried to mug me,” she said matter-of-factly. Beanie glared at her resentfully but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. I pinched my temple, hoping it would jolt me out of whatever alternate reality I’d stepped into. Nope. Still fucking here. “And I assume that’s his gun?” I was somehow not surprised Jules had turned the tables on her would-be mugger. If she got kidnapped, the kidnapper would probably return her within the hour due to sheer irritation.
