I winced and slowly unwrapped my bad foot. “What the hell are you talking about?”
She sniffed and went to the freezer, wordlessly tossing me an ice pack. “You heard me. If you’re too chicken to go, then I will.”
“But—” I stared at her for so long that my palm began to grow numb, and I hastily pressed the ice pack against my foot instead. “Daxton will know we’ve switched. He’ll use it as an excuse to kill both of us.”
“Not if we’re careful. And besides, we only have to fake it long enough to get me on the helicopter.” Her blue eyes were bright with excitement, and she studied me closely. “We’re still exact matches, and all it would take is five minutes at the most—that’s all we’d have to pretend to be each other.”
“You’d have to pretend to be me for five minutes,” I corrected. “I would
