twenty-two
“Okay, we’ll talk about it more when I start making plans,” Nya said.
“I’ll set it up,” he said, taking control as was his natural urge. “Run of the mill crazies you can handle. But I need to know that you won’t manipulate me after you’ve fallen for the bullshit. You can’t ask me to take every job.”
Protecting his time and his livelihood was important, the last thing she wanted to be was his weak spot. “You think I’m a soft touch. You think I’ll fall into every pair of batted eyes and believe every tear that falls?”
“I don’t know yet,” he said. “And you can’t know either, because we never know what we’ll be faced with or how it will affect us.”
Nya couldn’t argue against that point given where they were standing, and why they were here. “Seeing you upset last night… I got s
