21
HAYES
“Are you pissed?” Megan asked as I parked her Subaru in her driveway. Her voice was quiet and unsure, which is not something I like. I like her ballsy and prickly, and I admit, stealthily stealing a stupid historic knife and getting out undetected.
She could be a SEAL or in the circus.
We’d picked up her car after we extracted her from the heist location, and I had insisted on driving. I was all for my woman taking care of herself, but I drove. End of story.
I hadn’t said anything on the ride back to town. I was the kind of guy who went silent when a lot was going on in my head, and I didn’t know where to start.
“Not pissed.” I climbed out of the car and strode to her door, which I’d left unlocked when I dashed out earlier. Sure, s**t could have gotten stolen, but the only t
