Chapter 23

• Tripp looked at Darrel, he looked even more pissed off than he had before, but was doing a good job sitting still so the wire didn’t cut into him. At least he’d decided he wanted his hands. “I could watch her do this all day.” It wasn’t a lie; he could spend the entire day looking at her. Focus. His cat reminded him. He almost grinned, now his cat was in the game. Blowing out a breath, he pushed away from the wall and moved over to sit on the other chair across from him. “When is the pickup?”
• “How much am I worth?”
• Tripp turned to look at Amari, and she shrugged, “aren’t you curious how much,” she motioned her hand up and down her body, “this, is worth?”