don’t like to ambush and rob people.” Havana threw up a hand. “First of all, that’s a lie. Second of all, it’s not what he meant, and you know it.” Bailey bristled. “Excuse me, I’m no thief.” “You stole my wristwatch,” said Shay, still smiling. “No, you gave it to me,” Bailey insisted. “You called it a parting gift.” His brow knitted, but his smile didn’t fade. “Why would I give you my watch for any reason?” “So I can always know the time obviously.”
