“Take all the time you need.” He strips off his shirt entirely, revealing the tattoos and scars that make me shiver. “I’ll be waiting.”
“You’re distracted.” Mikayla doesn’t look up from cleaning her Sig Sauer when she speaks, but it’s an accusation as blunt as she gets, as sharp as the gun oil burning my nostrils.
“I’m focused,” I reply.
“On your d**k, maybe.”
Taras snorts from the driver’s seat. “She’s got a point, Stef. You’ve been checking your phone every five minutes.”
I haven’t touched my phone in twenty. But arguing would only prove their point, so I don’t.
“Devon Manizer,” I redirect. “Our missing rat from Accounting, finally come back to the light. Tell me what we know.”
Mikayla slides a tablet across the leather seat. “He spent six years with us. Clean record until three m
