“Good night?” She bites her bottom lip, looking up at me through those thick lashes. “The best. Look!” She dumps her bag out onto her lap, and all her stolen goods fall out. Money she won, wallets she lifted, watches she stole. She holds up a Rolex to the light of the moon and squints at it. “Although, I’m not sure this one is real.” Shaking my head, I cup her jaw and steal a quick kiss. “You’re a dirty little thief; you know that?” Her grin grows wider. “I do indeed.”
