Abby’s POV
I look around carefully, my eyes drifting between the passers by suspiciously. I know that none of them are a threat, but I still won’t allow myself to drop my guard even a little. I let out a breath when I find the street deserted once again.
I swallow hard and lift the back of my hand to dab it across my damp forehead.
Fuck, my body has picked the worst time to be coming down with something. Since I left Ben’s earlier this evening, I’ve been feeling a little unwell, but there’s no way that I will let a measly f*****g cold get in my way. As insignificant as this job might seem, I still intend to do it f*****g justice.
“But you weren’t made to be a damn lookout.” a forceful voice screams at me from the back of my mind.
I almost jump out of my damn f*****g skin in respons
