"Do you even know what's in it?" I ask.
"Do you?"
"Enough to know your boss is going to lose his mind when he finds out I got here first."
He moves and I sidestep, slipping into the next hall. Once I'm near the crates, I feel him getting close, so I turn, tossing the envelope in the air and catching it just to watch the anger in his eyes.
"You're persistent. I'll give you that."
"Funny. I didn't think you were suicidal."
"Depends who you ask."
So he's a funny man too. That makes it a bit more difficult when I have to get rid of him.
He closes the distance in three steps and catches my wrist. His grip is firm and warm, and my pulse jumps so violently I'm worried he can feel it.
"Hand it over."
I tilt my head, trying to breathe normally. "You always this demanding, or am I just special?"
"I guess special, since you're still breathing—but not for long."
A laugh bubbles up before I can stop it. "Is that supposed to scare me?"
"It's a fact."
"How's that working out for you?"
His grip tightens and heat spreads up my arm. "You've got no idea what losing looks like."
I lean in closer, just enough to make him tense. "Maybe I like finding out."
A dangerous look flickers across his face, and his gorgeous eyes drop to my mouth. Just for a second, but it's long enough that I forget how to think properly.
My hand moves behind my back, but he's faster.
He spins me, and I hit the wall so hard it knocks the breath from my lungs. The envelope crumples between us. His body cages me in, and he's so close I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my ribs.
Or maybe that's mine.
"Hand it over."
I meet his eyes, fighting the urge to smile. "No. You gonna frisk me?"
"Don't tempt me."
"Pretty sure I already did."
His jaw clenches, and I watch the muscle jump. "You're really testing my patience."
"Good," I breathe. "I was starting to think you didn't have any."
He takes my wrist and pulls hard. The switchblade hits the floor with a metallic clatter.
We both stare at it.
The famous Irish mafia Doyle mark is etched into the handle, staring back at us.
