Chapter 20

• Inhaling the appealing fragrance of Alec’s scent, he closed his eyes again and relaxed into the sway of her hips. Did he want to try to get into the big dog’s head? Surfing quickly, he made out the two goons’ thoughts, nothing intellectual there. Feeling the familiar signature, he went back into Willard’s as a starting point.
• I love how they just sit there talking like I’m not even here. Why the fuck did I have to be here again? I’d love to know what’s in that envelope. Shit.
• Ian could almost hear the conversation, at least the one side as Willard thought exactly what he was saying. Guess multi-tasking was out of his IQ level.