Oh, Ellen would be more than excited to hear this. Ian himself was hooked on this juicy little mystery now. The fact money was attached to it made it even better. Gabe sat there, tea empty, looking grumpy and uncomfortable. Ian grinned.
“I’m going to have to hear every detail, or you can walk away with no needlepoint and no new number in your phone.”
“f**k you.”
“What, again?” Ian couldn’t stop grinning. “Maybe later.”
“If that’s the case then we can go back to your place and talk,” said Gabe. “I’m out of tea and,” here Ian could practically hear him talking through his teeth, “your apartment is a safer place to keep it than my car. Which my cousin knows. Shit.” He paused. “I swear I won’t try to seduce you or whatever it is you think I’m planning.”
Ian gave in. And he’d be on his gua
