She had an oval face that was punctuated with high cheekbones. Her nose was straight and towered over a pair of full lips. Her black hair was like a dark halo above her head.
"You know it's rude to stare, Mr. Turner," Mamba said while still looking at her phone.
"Sorry. I'm just wondering why a beautiful woman like you is involved in something so… dangerous," he said.
"What a manly thing to say," she said, looking at him. Her hazel-green eyes fastened on his face. "Are you one of those who believe women can't handle danger?"
"Maybe most women can't, but you can," Jake said, flashing a charming grin at her.
His response seemed to please her, so she smiled and looked away. Jake remembered just then that he hadn't informed Morgan about his impromptu trip.
He checked his ph
