“He got word about a front where they move information through sandwich orders.Want to ride with us to check it out?”
“Absolutely!”
I swear I can hear Gael smiling on the other end of the call. “I’ll pick you up on my way from the airport in an hour, and we can head there together.”
My heart begins to thump. No, toclobbermy ribs. “Send me the address. I’ll meet you there.”
“Only if you swear not to go inside until I arrive.”
“I swear.” I’m sensible enough to know that even armed to the teeth with weapons and magic, walking into a wasps’ nest without backup would be madness.
“I’m serious, sweetheart. They have mine-dust bullets?—”
I switch to Atlantean to reply, “I won’t go in without backup. I swear.”
“Fine. I’ll text you the address. Send street footage when you arrive on site.”
Cillian’s brows tilt low.
“Will do.” I disconnect and hop off the countertop.
As I turn my leggings outside in, he asks, “Did something happen?”
Since Gael was speaking in Atlantean, even if he heard anything, Cillian wouldn’t have understood.
“No.”
“Then why are you getting dressed?”
“First off, I can’t exactly walk around pantless.”
“I disagree.”
I smile as I yank on leggings.
“Second, I need to go pick up a sandwich for my—” I catch myself before speaking a word that might be genetically accurate but not emotionally so. “For Gael.”
“What about our dinner?”
“Would you mind if we ate a little later? I should be home in like, two hours?”
Gael’s text flashes on my screen.
“Where are you going?” Cillian asks.
I stay vague by giving him only the neighborhood.
“Then I’m going with you.” A ridged vein bumps the arm of his glasses. “Because that part of town is seedy as hell.”
“I’d prefer?—”
“I’m coming. I’ve got a car.Youdon’t.”
“How do you know I don’t have a car?”
“You’re always calling cabs. And there are never any vehicles parked on the Penthouse spots.”
“Maybe I park it elsewhere.”
