“That’s good,” she said, lowering herself beside him.“At least you still have a job.”
He peered at her with annoyance.
She smiled and scooted closer to him.“It could be worse.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“About what?”
“You.”
She blinked at him.Stunned by his candidness, she decided this was her opportunity to keep hammering at her idea.“Teach me.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his spread thighs.
“I want to learn.You’re here.What’s the worst that could happen?”
“You’ll kill someone.”
“I already did that.”She chuckled.“I’m fine with it.”When the realization hit her, her face fell.“Do you think I’m going to—”
He shook his head.“No.”
He cut her off, but that was fine.She didn’t want to finish that sentence.Sydney had no intention of harming Fink.She had grown quite fond of him in the past twenty hours.
“You’re tired,” she said and rubbed between his shoulder blades.“Why don’t you enjoy a nap?”
He groaned.“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
His jaw twitched.
“I won’t go anywhere.Remember, I’m not a hostage or anything.I’m your murder buddy.”And if she played her cards right, perhaps they could get to murder fuck buddies, but that would take time.They’d get there.Eventually.
Right now, Fink needed to sleep.She wasn’t even sure how he kept his eyes open.
He snorted, but she got a glimpse of a smile from him.Finally, a crack in the stress.
Reaching for him, she rested her palm on his cheek and drew his focus toward her.
Hesitantly, he turned and met her gaze.
“I promise I won’t betray you.I want to be like you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Why not?”
“You don’t know me.”
“So tell me.”
“Why do you think everything is so simple?”
