Will followed orders, disappearing from our side.
The second he left; Munchie snorted. “If it’s taking me this long, he won’t be able to get it. Will can only open baby safes.”
This long? We’d barely been in the vault for a minute. I didn’t think that was long at all, but the comment conveyed important information. Munchie had already expected to be done by now.
We’re supposed to be in and out in five minutes . . .
A frenzy built inside me, only to be interrupted by Munchie a few seconds later. “Got the bastard.” He pulled the safe door back.
I peered inside and gasped. The piles of money in front of me could support me for years.
“Nice work, Munch. Mar and I have got this, go help Will.”
Munchie dashed down the hall, leaving Robin and I alone for the first time that night.
A part of me wanted to inch away from him, but I knew that was stupid. Time was precious, and the penalty for getting caught would be prison. Or, if the vampires chose not to involve the police, death. It wouldn’t be the first time vampires took justice into their own hands.
And yet, despite the danger we’d put ourselves in, I was very aware that I’d never felt more alive.
“Let’s get this done.” Robin stepped into the floor-to-ceiling safe and began undoing his employee vest and button-up shirt. A sliver of his fox tattoo appeared, then the whole damned mouth-watering expanse of Robin’s chest.
For a moment, I froze. Then I remembered we’d had our casino employee outfits altered to suit our needs. The lining in the vests, shirts, and even the bottoms of the pants contained compression pouches to carry cash.
I followed his lead.
“These look like Benjamins. Pull from this stack,” Robin placed the first stack of bills in his pouch.
I moved over to where he stood and began filling my pouches quickly. I was as exposed as Robin and wanted to cover myself back up.
“Even in this light, I can tell you’re beet red,” Robin muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, Mar.” He shrugged. “Don’t be sloppy because you’re trying to be all modest. Make sure the bills lay flat in the pouches. We have a thin margin of error.”
I didn’t respond. Even though it annoyed me he acted like my cleavage didn’t attract him, he was right. There was no time for me to get butt hurt. Especially when I’d been the one to reject him.
My mind is so messed up.I need to get away from him so I can think straight.
Once we filled all the pouches in our outfits, Robin and I exited the vault and shut it softly. We got halfway to the next vault when Munchie and Will burst out and shut the door behind them.
“We’re all full,” Will said. “Let’s get out of here.”
Thank goodness.
We whirled around and ran down the metal-lined hallway. No one had caused a commotion on the comm, which meant that miraculously, no one had suspected anything. The guards were still occupied with the front of the house. Somehow, we’d pulled it off.
A thrill ran through me. I wanted to whoop. I wanted to throw my hands in the air. I wanted to dance down the hallway.
But first, I had to get the hell out of the Oasis. Once we were outside, the getaway car would be waiting. Only then were we home free.
I put on a burst of speed. I was moving so fast, and the joy that ran through me was so strong, that when I caught the scent of cotton balls, I almost didn’t notice. As it was, I stopped short only feet before the gang reached the entry to the vault. My blood froze as the scent registered and my joy came crashing down.
“What the heck, Mar?” Robin asked, his eyes wide. “We’re on a time crunch here. What’s—”
Sherwood strode around the corner, a wall of wolf-shifters at his back.
“Hello, Marian. It’s about time we had a talk.”
