The towel barely held. My chest was still damp from the steam, n*****s tight, pulse louder than it should’ve been. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I definitely wasn’t expecting both of them. Leo with that twitchy, hunted look on his face like he’d just been caught jerking off in the church pew. And Jasper behind him. Quiet. Still. That black coat open just enough to remind me why my thighs still hadn’t recovered from the hallway.
I didn’t speak. I watched. Leo’s hand was shaking, not just a little tremor, but full-on earthquake holding out a flash drive like it was going to bite him. He looked at me, then looked back at Jasper like he was trying to buy himself time but forgetting the store didn’t take cowardice as currency.
“She forgot this,” Leo said. “Library. She left it plugged in.”
Jasp
