CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Curly Thwart“Your dad asked if you’d mind watching the shop for a couple of minutes so I can sort out my hair. Then you need to pick up these items from this address.” Kit struggled to maintain a blank expression and avoid suspicion. Her heart pounded as Raj’s olive fingers snatched at the paper and his eyes raked his father’s slanted handwriting. Kit held her breath. She folded her arms to stop her fingers from trembling and giving herself away.
“Nice try.” Raj pushed the list between her wrists and chest. A smirk flowered on his handsome face as the paper fluttered to the floor. “I phoned Dad on my way here. Mum’s spending it up large at the mall. He said you need to go because she’s your friend.”
“But you have a van!” Kit protested. She unfolded her arms and spread he
