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“Something that you’re probably not getting with Geena, eh?” I smirk as he blushes and shakes his head profusely.

“I… I get plenty, thank you very much,” he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as his face goes bright red.

“Uh huh,” I tease him as I adjust the belt around my waist, making sure all of my weapons are on there. Gun, Taser, baton, cuffs, radio.

“What?” Evan asks, his face full-on tomato red now.

“Last I heard, you were in the doghouse.” I raise my brows and take a step backwards. “Pumpkin,” I mimic Geena.

He dips his head and focuses back on his laptop, but I know he’s not really looking at anything because his hands are as still as a statue.

“Stop teasing him,” Luke grunts but I can see the smirk on his face.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes and push my black, wide-rimmed glasses up my nose. “Let’s roll.”

I don’t wait for an answer as I make my way out of the warehouse door and to the SUV that me and Luke always use.

It’s teched out to the nines and has so many gadgets that it would make your mind spin just trying to learn how to use them all. I’m still finding new things that Evan installed years ago. Including the secret sections in the doors that I found last week.

I jump up into the passenger seat. Yep, that’s right, I jump. Being five foot two has its perks but also its woes. I can hide in small spaces and can get into places on jobs that no one else can, but I can’t reach the top shelf in the kitchen cupboards to save my life.

Sometimes I wonder if it would just be best for me to attach a stepstool to my belt. You know, for getting into cupboards and shit.

Luke pulls out of the compound and we go about our usual system.

“Name?” Luke asks.

“Jonny May, thirty-three years old, suspected cartel member. Five-oh can’t get any legit info on him and anything they do get they can’t get to stick. He owns two businesses. A strip club and a restaurant. Strip club is called ‘Divas,’ restaurant is called ‘Joey’s’ named after his late father.”

“Where do you want to head first?” Luke asks, waiting at the stoplight for it to turn green.

“Let’s check out the restaurant.”

He nods in agreement and we commence the hour-long journey. I sit back and look straight at the dash, knowing that Evan installed a surveillance there. He doesn’t know that I know which is fun because it means I can mess about with him.

“Let’s play a game,” I say, my voice rising an octave. I just love playing games.

“Not again,” Luke groans, swiping his big hand through his blond hair and making the tattoos on his arm ripple with the movement.

There was a time when I thought he was hot, but now I think back to that time and scrunch my nose up at myself. Now he’s more like a protective older brother to me.

“Yes.” I clap my hands together and sit up straighter in my seat, trying to think of something… hmm… what could I do, what could I do?

“I got it!”

“Oh God.”

“Okay. The world is taken over by zombies and there’s hundreds banging at the door. Who do you send out there to be eaten?”

“Fuck me, zombies? Really, Kit?”

“Yeah, just go with me here. You also have two antidotes. So, you have to choose one to get eaten and two to have the antidote. There’s me, you, and Evan. Go!”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Do I really have to play this stupid game?”

“Erm… is that an actual question?” I ask with raised brows. He knows the score, I like to pass the time, and games like this are how I like to do it.

“Well, I’d give myself and Evan the antidote and send you out there to be eaten.” He smirks.