“He’s a goner.”
“Well? Will you be at my mercy or not?” Sarah prods him. “What do you say?”
“He says yes,” Kat says.
“Definitely,” I agree.
“Hmm.” Jonas walks slowly toward Sarah like she’s pulling him on a string. “What do I say?” he says softly. When he reaches Sarah, he takes her face in his hands and whispers to her, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. Clearly, whatever it is, he’s saying it with passion.
“Really, you should owe me at least a hundred bucks,” Kat whispers. “Are you always this stupid, or just when it comes to women?”
“How was I supposed to know Sarah’s a terrorist like you?”
“Who do you think taught her all her tricks?” Kat says.
We both giggle.
Jonas and Sarah are whispering to each other and kissing like they’re the only two people in the room.
“Hey, PG,” I say, leaning into Kat. “Why’d you look like you were gonna have a stroke when Henn said it might take five days before he’s able to crack The Club’s system?”
She waves me off. “Oh nothing.”
“Tell me. You looked like you were gonna throw up right then.”
“Which isn’t an unusual look for me, unfortunately.” She shoots me an adorable smile. “Sorry about your shoes again.”
I chuckle. “No worries. What’s going on?”
She rolls her eyes. “I just, you know, I’ve got a job. Bills to pay. I don’t have enough vacation days to cover me staying in Vegas that much longer. If it takes five days for us to complete this ‘mission,’ whatever the heck it is, I’ll probably have to quit my job. Or maybe take an unpaid leave, if they’ll let me, I dunno. But it’s okay. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away if Sarah needs me here. It’s a no-brainer. Don’t worry about it.”
Twenty-Four
Kat
By the time the second round of room service arrives at Josh’s suite, Henn, Josh, and I have been extracting and analyzing information off the bad guys’ computers and phone for almost five hours straight.
“Woot!” I squeal when the room service guy spreads the plates of goodies on a glass table in the middle of the suite. “Now this is my idea of heaven on earth.”
We all gather around the table, drooling at the decadent food in front of us.
“Yummalicious,” I say, rubbing my hands together with glee. “Everything looks so tantalizing, it’s hard to decide where to start.”
“That’s exactly what women say when they throw themselves at me,” Henn says. “Where. To. Start?”
I laugh.
Henn considers the various plates of dessert in front of him. “It’s a no-brainer—chocolate cake is the clear entry-point.”
“Careful. Chocolate cake is a gateway drug,” Josh says.
“I’ll risk it,” Henn says.
“I like the way you think, Henn. YOLO, right?” I shoot Josh a wink and he smiles.
“Slide that plate between us, Kitty Kat,” Henn says. “We’ll share.”
I hand Henn a fork and slide the cake plate between us. “Josh? You wanna succumb to death by chocolate with us?”
