Thief (Sweet Little Sinners, #1)

by Cassie Mint

But I know it. The same way you know there’s someone nearby, even when they’re not making a sound. Especially when they’re not making a sound. It’s the telltale, horrifying absence of noise.

Then my microwave gives a loud ping, and I choke back a panicked laugh. Some fucking burglar.

LOL

Eight minutes. Eight long minutes. A lot could happen in eight minutes.

But it only gets stranger as she lets out a huff, collapsing back on the bed and resting her head on my thigh. I stare at her for what feels like an eternity, then smooth a cautious palm over her hair. It feels like warm silk.

And after that? My heart sinks as I crank the water on. What could I possibly offer this girl?

Tabitha, I know you’ve seen everything I’m buying. It’s all for you. Come and get it—finders keepers.”

“He hasn’t stored them all in his penthouse this time. They’re scattered around the city. And he left you a map, and the locations are numbered, and I think you’re supposed to—” “Send it to me.”

I need to squeal, to shower, and to dress all in black—in that order. I’m going on a treasure hunt.

Plaster love notes to her on billboards through the city?

Time to wait for my girl.

“Don’t leave me again, Tabitha. You hear me? Swear it.” A rough hand finds my breast through my black top, kneading and squeezing. “I’ll buy whatever jewels you want. Hide them behind the best security. Just don’t fucking go.”