Diamond wiped off her hands with a dishtowel and picked up the freshly dried plates, stacking them on the counter just as her phone rang. Closing the cabinet, she grabbed her phone and saw Domino calling.
“What’s up?”
“Hey, there’s a problem with the legacy sleeper you took on the last run.”
“What’s the problem with it?”
“Not sure, but Fifi’s about to tear open the console and take the guts out.”
“Tell her to stop and wait for me to get there, Domino.”
“Will do, boss.”
“Not a minute’s peace, not one single minute,” Diamond grumbled, scooping up her bike keys.
Halfway to the door, she turned around, kicked off her monster slippers, and shoved her feet into a worn-out pair of boots. If Fifi tore up that two-hundred-thousand-dollar truck, she’d kill her.
When Diamond arrived at the shop, she keyed in the gate code and drove into the lot. Parking her sled, she climbed off and looked around. Something didn’t feel right.
Where was everyone?
Stepping back, she retrieved a Glock from the saddlebag and shoved it into the waistband of her jeans. Scanning the area, she walked quickly toward the sleeper. The closer she got, the more obvious it became—it was running. Fifi and Domino must be inside.
Relieved, she pulled the door open, climbed inside … and froze.
“What are you doing here?”
“It’s been five weeks, sweetheart. Doc says I’m good as new.”
“Sayer. I thought we agreed.”
“Oh, we did. But I’ve got a few unanswered questions.”
Diamond crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head. “The answer is no.”
“You know, I think you’re sexy. But with that gun? You’re fucking hot.”
“Sayer.”
“Why’d you tuck tail and run once we got back to Montreal?”
The look on her face must’ve said it all—shock and awe—because shehadn’ttucked tail.
“You said it would be best for me to come back here.”
She watched him stare at her, deadpan.
“You said you had things to take care of. With the chapter. With Teller. Don’t you turn this around on me, you son of a bitch.”
“Hey now, my mom wasn’t a bitch. She was a ho—but she was no bitch.”
“Sorry. You son of aho, I’m not taking the blame for you chickening out onus.”
There it was. The one thing she hadn’t openly admitted. And now—he had her.
“So thereisanus.”
“Well... I mean...”
