“Fuck off,” he mutters.
I let my grin grow wider as I watch him, letting him squirm uncomfortably under my stare until I shift my attention to the workbench. Trip and Dom are piecing together a tool kit and sorting ammo clips, likeverygood boys.
“Once it’s dark, load up the van with the extra parts and ammo,” I say as my eyes land on a pack of cigarettes on the bench next to me. “Caz, you and Rex are staying with the cars at the quarry tonight.”
Caz glances up from the bike he’s working on with hesitation flickering in his eyes. “And if the Mounties wonder why we’re guarding cars in the middle of nowhere if they find us…?”
My gaze snaps from the pack of cigarettes to him. “These are all legal, are they not?”
His brow furrows, and I push to my feet.
“Are. They. Not?” I ask again, stepping towards him.
Caz nods quickly. “Yeah. They are.”
I take another step closer. “So what’s suspicious about guarding insured vehicles during off-site storage? We’re rotating the lot, moving some to Reynolds, and temporarily storing others at the quarry. Same shit we’ve done before. You not up for that, prospect?”
His throat bobs as I stop before him. “I am,” he says, looking me right in the eye.
“Good.” I tilt my head and let the corner of my mouth lift into a smirk. “So smart.”
Then I turn back to the bench and grab the cigarettes, sliding one between my lips.
“How many hours this time?” Mac asks from somewhere behind me.
“Eight,” I mutter as I light it.
“Almost beat your record,” Dom says, dropping a breaker bar on the bench beside me as I sit back on the stool.
I shrug, taking a long drag and already feeling the tension ease as the smoke settles in my chest. “Stress relief is good for my health.”
Cory peers at me from across the garage. “You think you might have that backwards?”
“Shut your mouth or I’ll stick Dom’s breaker bar up your ass,” I shoot back.
Cory huffs out a laugh and points at me. “Maybethat’sthe stress reliefyouneed.”
I blow out a cloud of smoke while I stare him down, and watch as his face shifts, just enough that I know he regrets that comment.
Even though he’s not wrong.
I take another drag and lean back against the wall, letting my mind wander to deep blue eyes and rum-tasting lips. “I’ve got plans with a better ass tomorrow.”
A few heads turn to me, but I keep my gaze locked on Cory a moment longer. Just long enough to make him uncomfortable, then look away.
“Over the professor already?” Mac asks, wiping his hands as he slams the hood closed on the car he’s finally fucking finished with.
I shake my head. “Withthe professor.”
“Really…” he says, cocking an eyebrow at me like he doesn’t fucking believe me. “He let you in, or are you banging the door down?”
I lift the cigarette to my lips, letting a smile curl at the edges. “Both.”
And fuck if I’m not getting hard already just thinking about it.
Trip chuckles, closing the ammo case and holding out a fist for me to bump. “Get it, man.”
I tap his knuckles with mine, ignoring the snort from Mac.
