"Of course, my lady." Rio's mischievous smile stayed in place.
"Yes," Jackson said with a curt nod. "Nothing will go awry again."
I sighed, exhaustion weighing heavily on me, and my back ached as I walked to the closet to get my gown and purse.
"I'm going to get dressed, please don't kill yourselves before I return. I suck at explaining things to the cops," I said and turned quickly before either of them could give me a smart reply.
When I stepped into the bathroom, I locked the door and pressed my back against it, my chest rising and falling heavily. Everything that had unfolded between us choked me until my legs trembled.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
"Put on a shirt, will you? You're scaring her looking like that," Rio's voice drifted through the door.
