Roma reached up to remove her hands, tucking them together to preserve the warmth she had stolen. “You can have my neck later when we’re not committing crime.” “Promise?” “Have I ever broken a promise?” Before Juliette could say a thing, Roma spun her around, walking them forward. “No—don’t answer that. Rhetorical question.” “I was about to start listing every occurrence.” “That was the old me. I’m a changed man. No more broken promises or lies.” Juliette snorted. “Did you not lie to me last week about how much that giant bouquet of flowers cost?” “That was for your own good, because you loved
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