After dinner, Jace and Elliot retreat to their room. Jinx claims the couch, sprawling across it with the bonelessness of a cat. Within minutes, he's snoring.
"Does he always fall asleep that fast?" Jonah asks, watching with something like wonder.
"Always. It's a skill." I take his hand, lead him toward our room. "Come on. We should rest too."
"Is that what we're calling it now? Rest?"
"That's exactly what we're calling it. We have a long few days ahead."
"You're no fun."
"I'm extremely fun. In moderation. At appropriate times."
"Which is never, according to you."
"There are exceptions." I pull him into the bedroom, close the door behind us. "This might be one of them."
His smile is bright in the darkness. "I knew I liked you for a reason."
We don't rest. Not right away. We take our time, slow and thorough, working each other's bodies in the quiet of the Alpine night. When we finally sleep, it's tangled together, his breath warm against my neck, my arm heavy across his waist.
Chapter Fourteen: Jonah
"Thisisaterribleidea," Jagger says.
"That's what makes it fun," Jinx replies, pulling another bottle from the cabinet. "When's the last time you did something just because it was fun?"
Jagger opens his mouth, glances at me, and closes it again.
"Gross," Jinx says. "Not that kind of fun. I mean actual fun. Drinking. Laughing. Being a person instead of a murder robot."
"I'm not a murder robot."
"You're a little bit a murder robot." Jinx sets three bottles on the counter: whiskey, vodka, and something green that I'm immediately suspicious of. "Tonight, we fix that."
It's been two days since Jinx arrived. Two days of planning, strategizing, mapping out the Geneva facility in excruciating detail. We've identified entry points, exit routes, guard rotations, and about a hundred different ways the whole thing could go catastrophically wrong.
We need a break. Even I can see that, and I'm not trained to read tactical exhaustion the way the Harrison brothers are.
"I'm in," I say.
Jagger sighs. "Of course you are."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you never met a bad decision you didn't immediately embrace."
"That's how I ended up with you, so clearly my methods work."
Jinx cackles. "He's got you there, brother."
Jace appears in the kitchen doorway, Elliot trailing behind him. They've been doing something domestic in their room for the past hour, but they’re both trying to hide the fact that their breathing is just barely under control.
"Are we drinking?" Jace asks.
"We're drinking," Jinx confirms. "All of us. No exceptions. No excuses. Consider it team building."
"Team building," Elliot repeats skeptically. "With vodka."
