Jack swiveled around to face her with a great, big grin. “Yeah,” he said, standing up. “I can see it right now. You’ll retire to a tiny house in the country, tend a garden while existential dread sets in.”
“Existential dread?”
“Oh, it’s a killer!” Jack insisted. “You’ll never see it coming. One day, you’ll just wake up and be like, ‘I used to save the world, and now I’m the treasurer of the homeowner’s association.”
Leaning her shoulder against the bulkhead, Cassi replied with a cheeky grin of her own. “We don’t have homeowners associations, dummy,” she teased. “Besides, it wouldn’t be so bad if I had the right company.”
Jack pinched his chin with thumb and forefinger, thoughtfully stroking his jaw. “You and Sun could be a crime-fighting duo.”
Cassi patted his shoulder as she claimed
