His lips quirked up at that.
“Well…” he said, glancing down to his lap.
“If it helps, I’m not feeling any better.”
“It does.”
“Word to the wise, it’s smart to always have a handcuff key on you.”
“Yeah, seems like it might be.”
“Well, I’m not leaving you stranded. You have your phone to call in for a rescue. But I really need to go. It was nice making out with you, Caymen. Thanks for the ride.”
With that, I turned and ran out of the apartment.
CHAPTER FOUR
Caymen
“It’s not fucking funny.”
“Man, it’s fucking hilarious, actually,” Dixon said as he worked on the handcuff lock with a pin he found in one of Arty’s drawers.
Honestly, if I didn’t have to confess what happened to the club and my damn little brother, I would have thought it was pretty fucking funny too.
It was the whole ‘I screwed up the job’ part that I didn’t like.
Because if it had just been me and Noa, I’d have been sitting there impressed as hell and even more turned on by how she’d pulled that off.
Everything about that woman was hot as fuck. Her face, her body, her voice, her confidence, and, yes, her competence.
If I had anything nearby to open the cuff myself, I would have chased after her, caught her, and fucked her right there up against a wall in the middle of Miami until she was panting and begging and crying in release.
I loved the chase.
In some sort of primal way, I guess.
And it seemed Noa was all too happy to run.
“Give me the fucking pin,” I grumbled when Dixon failed for the third time.
“What are you in such a rush for?” Dixon asked. “I know you aren’t eager to get back and tell Huck all about this.”
He wasn’t wrong about that.
But it had to be done.
After that, though, I was going to track down Noa.
“It’s just pathetic to watch you struggle with a damn handcuff lock, man.”
“How many times have you picked a handcuff lock?”
“Off the cuff… five or six.”
“Well, what I’m hearing is you need to stop losing your key,” he said. Then, finally, there was the telltale click of the lock disengaging.
I twisted my wrist as I moved to stand.
