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Noon’s car hadn’t moved. Not until she got in; he started driving before she’d even closed the door.
Penzance rose from his bored slouch and poked his head between the seats. “We going back now?”
“Not yet,” Harlow said, touching Noon’s arm. “Will you take me to the gym?”
Their driver nodded once. Penzance slanted deeper into the front. “Are you shitting me? The gym? What the hell?”
“You got it,” Noon said.
His love of driving and all things cars made Noon the natural choice for the job of being the crew’s driver. He never complained, never questioned, never second guessed. She liked to think his silent faith was an indication of his unwavering trust in her. There was probably an element of that. But it was more likely because other people on the crew were much better at interrogat
