He gripped the wheel tighter. “Want to elaborate on that comment?”
She volleyed his squint with an equally fierce stare down. “You always do this to me.” Shaking her head, she held up a hand. “Correction, did this to me. Hold out until the midnight hour. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? You can’t expect me to function at full capacity under those conditions.”
“I never deliberately held out on you. Most of the time I didn’t know the final game plan until the last second myself.”
“Most of the time. You said it yourself. Don’t deny it.”
He stifled a growl. “You damn well know shit happens. I have no control over that. Plans get screwed up. Someone drops the ball. The damn alarm company does a routine check on the wrong night. Always something.”
She snorted. “That was nothing compared to the dude who had the Emulla guarding his property.”
He caught the flash of her grin from the corner of his eye. Clearing his throat, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You would have run like the motherfucking wind too if you had an eight-foot bird gunning for your ass.”
A wistful sigh floated from her. “If only I’d had a night visio cam that night.”
He glanced at her full on again. The humor dancing at her lips pulling him in, he surrendered defeat and joined in her laugh.
She wiped the tears from her eyes, her expression growing melancholy. “We had some good times together, Jer.”
“Minus the big-ass birds with a hankering for fairy meat.”
“No, I mean it. In the past I’ve been so focused on the negative, my hurt and pain, that I forgot how much I loved being with you on a stakeout. Digging through research and collecting intel. You taught me the importance of strategizing. Planning.”
“Then pitching it all when everything goes to hell in a rocket-propelled handcart,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, especially that.” She swallowed, her gaze drifting to the dash. “You were the best years of my life.”
His chest constricted. “And the worst.”
She didn’t patronize him by erroneously attempting to correct the truth. “I still wouldn’t change any of it.”
And now? Did she wish he’d never walked back into her life? Probably. Not that he’d blame her for feeling that way. The weight of his emotions making him uneasy, he returned his attention to the congested roadway. He pounded on the Air Racer’s horn, earning a distant echoing response from behind him. “Assclown,” he grumbled.
“They’re probably thinking the same thing about you,” Avi said dryly.
“Why couldn’t all these damn people stay home?” He heaved a breath at the sight of her raised eyebrow. “Yeah, I know. They’re thinking the same thing about me.” It was like old times. Him grousing and her being the voice of reason. “I’ll be glad when this damn holiday is done with.”
“See? That’s your problem. You’re looking at this the wrong way. Amora Moon is the perfect thief holiday.”
Resting his elbow on the windowsill, he swept her with a considering look. “How do you figure?”
“Are you kidding me? All these love-struck moonies blitzed on a weeklong hormonal cocktail? You could lift a ten-carat diamond from their pinkie and they wouldn’t notice until sometime next year.”
“Interesting theory.”
“Puh-lease. You know I’m right.”
He shrugged, only because he knew it would get her goat. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Admit it, you rat bastard. I’m right on the money.”
“If it makes you feel better thinking that…”
Releasing an outraged squeal, she pinched him on the thigh. Bloody good thing he had the leather pants on instead of his standard denim.
“I demand we test my theory. Immediately.”
“Babe, I’m wearing pants with ass air conditioning. Not exactly suitable for the public.”
“Don’t even pretend that you can’t conjure some underwear.”
Damn, she would have to back him into a corner with logic. Grasping his next argument, he waved to the vehicles surrounding them. “Pity we’re going nowhere. Otherwise I’d take you up on that. And place a wager that you couldn’t pull off your little cockamamie scheme.”
The brake lights ahead of him flashed before the traffic began inching forward. Avi’s smile turned gloating. “Well look at that.”
His ass might be the one exposed, but it was undoubtedly the lovely sisters of fate who must be howling theirs off. Mumbling, he shifted into drive.
And prepared to put his money where his mouth was.
“Why in the bloody blazes did you have to pick this joint?”
Avi offered him an overly sweet smile. “Because I know how fondly you adore the management.”
Right on cue, a gratingly booming voice carried across the packed bar. “Saints be alive! If it isn’t my favorite patron in all of Tul’dea!”
His left eye twitching, Jerrick had no choice but to stand rooted in place while the considerable hulk of Preston Comstock plowed in their direction. The manager graced Jerrick with an equally antagonistic glower. “And you.”
Long ago he and Preston had come to the mutual conclusion that they’d gladly offer the other a one-way ticket off a short pier. Far as Jerrick was concerned, Preston was loud, hideously obnoxious and pretty much a disgrace to every fae on the planet with his insistence on wearing argyle and western boots. Together. He had no idea why Preston didn’t care for him. Likely something to do with Jerrick divesting Preston of the ridiculous oil painting of kittens in bonnets that used to hang over the establishment’s door several years back. Damn idiot should have paid him for the favor of ridding the world of that weird monstrosity.
“I have an available booth over this way.” Preston made a wide gesture with his arm, nearly poleaxing a customer walking for the exit.
Shaking his head, Jerrick trailed Avi and Preston to the opposite end of the dining hall. Soon as the manager vacated to hunt down a server, Jerrick leaned back in his seat and sent Avi a challenging look. “Can’t wait to see how you intend to swipe all those diamonds from way back here.”
“I’ll have you know this is part of my plan. Prime surveillance spots are key. Or have you forgotten your own infinite words of wisdom, oh holy leader of the smarty-pants?”
“I’m the leader now? Damn, seems like only yesterday I was promoted to chief dishwasher.”
“You’re moving up in the world.” Scooting closer to the edge of the booth, she glanced toward the bar. “Only thing left for me to do is settle on my marks. I’m rather partial to the blond businessman and the auburn-haired woman in the pink polka-dot dress.”
He surveyed her choices and grudgingly admitted that both held potential. “Wager?”
“When I win, you buy me dinner and award me lifetime bragging rights.”
He slung his arm on the back of the bench. “Not a problem. Because when I win, you’ll owe me a plaque with the words ‘Jerrick is always right’ stamped in big, bold lettering. I’ll also want your signature at the bottom.”
Her nose twitched. “Clearly I see why you were advanced to leader.”
Grinning, he watched her rise from her seat and stride to the bar. She approached the female first. Fascinated, he observed the ease with which Avi reeled the woman into conversation. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her in action, but witnessing her amazing skill at distracting her mark with laughter and camaraderie never failed to fill him with a strange pride.
She’s bloody fantastic at this. Yeah, he’d never wanted the thief’s life for her, but there was no denying she had the chops for it.