10 Conspiracy against Knox
Alex and TrysKa sat in dead silence in the cockpit of Maverick, TrysKa in her pilot’s seat, Alex leaning against her chair back. A slight zap sounded over the comm link.
“Amalie just sterilized her shirt,” TrysKa said.
Alex nodded. So he hadn’t been as sneaky as he thought. Amalie had figured out his little trick. Or maybe she’d already known he was going to try it? Man, if Alex had that predictive ability…
On second thought, it was best that he didn’t.
“Probably a good thing,” Alex said. “I don’t think we want to overhear the conversation Brant and Amalie are about to have.”
TrysKa pinched his side, and Alex yelped, a high-pitched, girly giggle. He pushed her hand away.
“You know I don’t like it when you do that,” he said.
“OK, I’ll stop,” TrysKa said
