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“So, big badSilver, what’s the deal with you, huh? What were you like when you were my age? Mama’s boy?”
I roll my eyes.
“I felt that.” She holds up a finger, and I’m actually taken aback for a second. “Well?”
“No,” I say.
“No? That’s it? Real connoisseur of conversation, huh?”
“That’s not a saying.”
“I made it up. Don’t change the subject.”
I sigh. Can’t believe I’m giving into this, but if it’ll get her to stop fidgeting… “My mother was loud, welcoming, and cooked a mean lasagna.”
“Oh, so nothing like you.” She arcs her eyebrow over the blindfold.
“Nothing. She lived for the kitchen. My best memories of her include those oven mitts she’d always be wearing. She’d be sweating from the hot stove, and wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
She squeals, which makes my face turn a shade red. I’m glad she can’t see me right now.
“That’sso cute.” She balls her fists. “So you are a human.”
“Shut up, kid.”
“Too late for that. Ahem,” she clears her throat. “My mom is opposite yours. Anti-traditional. Always out looking toschmooze the next fashionista and go out on the town. And my sister is like a mini-her. Both selfish and, um, far away now.”
“Where?”
“Cali. Where they belong, honestly. Dad, on the other hand… he’s different.”
“Yeah, he seems nothing like what you just described of your mom and sister,” I agree.
“Yeah. Reminds me of what you said about your mom. My best memories are of him in uniform. He’d always take me out to some banquet he’d be hosting, or some event for the police societies. There’s an Irish one. A German one. A Dutch one. He’d love to show me off at all of them, then make some of the guys blush when he’d call them out for talking to me.”
I smirk. “You’d think a cop’s daughter would be more worried about being blindfolded and taken.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t get many points for running into my captor’s car willingly, either.”
I sniff at that.
“Then again, maybe I’m recording the whole thing.” She smiles.
“You brought a fucking phone?” I growl, reaching one hand to pat her.
“Ooh, go down a little more.” She spreads her legs.
And although she’s joking, I’m tempted. She’s in leggings this time. Never understood how they keep a woman warm in the winter, but goddamn, do I want to rip through them and suck on her pussy.
“I was just kidding, Silver. I left my phone under my pillow, like a good girl. Hopefully, the Tooth Fairy leaves me something nice.”
I growl at her.
“God, lighten up.”
“In a few minutes, you’ll have nothing to worry about, while I have a whole fucking underworld resting on a flighty girl’s ability to keep her mouthshut.”
She looks in my direction, dumbfounded. “Wait… does that mean… you’re going to release him?”