Nick sprang out of the hospital bed and grabbed at the key. The sheets came with him and Jessica fell off the bed onto the floor.
“Hey, watch it,” she said, picking herself up and brushing off her jeans.
“Let me see that key.” Nick was wearing only his hospital gown.
Wow. Nice thighs.
Wow. Nice thighs.He held out his hand. Lolita leaned forward, looked him up and down, smiled, and then dropped the small key into his outstretched palm. “M. A. N. A. 307,” he read out loud. “That’s MANA art storage. It’s on the Lower West Side, near Chinatown,” he said. “But you’ll need the password.”
“Password?” Lolita asked.
“Yes, they require a key and a password,” Nick said. “Double security in case you lose your key and someone else finds it.” He narrowed his eyes at Lolita. “How did you get this k
